The relatives were waiting for dinner, and she put a purchase agreement for a house on the table instead.
They were expecting borscht or cutlets. She dropped a stack of documents onto the table so loudly that Aunt Elina’s fork slipped from her hand. In that moment, the familiar family script stopped existing. Irina stood by the table, straight as a string. She’d been preparing for this moment all evening—buttoned her blouse all the […]
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