“Give me the key, that’s all!” my mother-in-law shouted. But no one had the key. Not even me.
“Regina, where do you keep the folding bed? There’s only one bed in your mother’s apartment.” Lyudmila Borisovna was already standing in the middle of the kitchen, still wearing her coat. She set the pie she had brought in a mesh shopping bag on the edge of the table. “What folding bed?” Regina asked, peeling […]
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