The Catalog Book

None of those relate to why you are the least important person in this room. I consider you very important. You`re a key member; you`re engaged with all of us; you`re warm, giving; you even offered me a place to sleep a couple of weeks ago when I didn`t want to go home. You keep the group focused; you work hard here.б» Bonnie held her ground. б«I`m a drag; my whole life has been about shame for my alcoholic parents, always lying about my family. Inviting you home, Gill, was a big event for meБЂ”I could never invite kids home, full of fear that my father would show up drunk. What`s more, my exБЂ“husband was a drunk, my daughter`s a heroine addict...БЂ«б«You`re still evading the point, Bonnie,БЂ«said Julius. б«You talk of your past, your daughter, your ex, your family...butyou, where areyou ?б» б«Iam these things, a composite of all these things; what else can I be? I`m a boring pudgy librarian, what I do is to catalog books...I...I don`t know what you mean. I`m confused, I don`t know where or who I am.б» Bonnie began to cry, pulled out a tissue, blew her nose loudly, closed her eyes, raised both hands and drew circles in the air, and, between the sobs, muttered, б«This is enough for me; it`s all I can take today.б» Julius shifted into another gear and addressed the entire group. б«Let`s take a look at what`s happened the past several minutes ...»