In the dark, my grandfather, “Papou,” makes like he’s tooting an army bugle to wake me, while my parents and big brother sleep. Outside our house, on the outskirts of Athens, the surf rumbles.
Cutting bread under a plume of cigarette smoke, Papou quotes one of his faves, an oldie from Alexander the Great: “When it’s over, all that matters is what you’ve done.”
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