Greek-American Stories: I’ve got a Drug Problem

(AP Photo/Petros Giannakouris)

Yup! It’s true! Let me explain. When I came home after shopping, I saw that my husband Bill was in bed, covered up to his chin, and his eyes half shut. It was noon. “What’s wrong?” I asked. He looked up over the covers and said in a voice just above a whisper, “I’m sick! It may be my last.”

“You always say that, Bill. But, you’re still here.” He didn’t laugh. That’s when I realized, he was really sick. I …

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