After the quarrel, the husband left with his things for his mother’s place, and five days later something happened that no one expected.
Ira stood at the stove stirring borscht. Sasha paced back and forth across the kitchen. “Salted it again!” He tasted it and grimaced. “How many times do I have to say it?” “I didn’t oversalt anything.” “What’s this then?” Sasha pointed into the pot with the spoon. “The Dead Sea?” Ira clenched her teeth. Thirty […]
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