“No, I haven’t had a drink all day,” he answered, calmly.
“Why? What’s wrong?” See, that concerned me.
“Nothing’s wrong. But there was one itty-bitty thing that Mexico had to offer that did make the trip somewhat tolerable.” He reached down as he was talking and came back up, slowly, with a little tote bag that had four medicine bottles in it. “These.” I reached into the bag and looked closely at one of the bottles.
“Xanax?” I asked. “What’s Xanax for again?”
“I think it’s for stress. I’m sure not feeling any, so it must be working.” He definitely looked relaxed as he plopped down on my couch. “FYI, you can buy prescription drugs over the counter in Mexico. You know, I have this whole new respect for the Mexican people now. Oh, and look what else I got.” He shoved the tote bag back at
