“After the guests leave, you’ll clean everything up yourself!” my mother-in-law ordered. I nodded, but I already had a plan she definitely wasn’t going to like.
Ekaterina’s hands had first become cracked back in March. There had not even been a special occasion that time—just a thorough cleaning before Vera Nikolaevna came over for one of her inspections. Since then, the tiny cuts on her hands would heal and then return, always just before another family gathering, as though her skin […]
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