— So you think I’m a servant? Then clean up after your own guests… — his wife said it all.
Anna once again ran her hand over the polished surface of the table, even though it already shone with impeccable cleanliness. The clock showed four—guests would arrive in two hours. Again, her husband’s guests. She caught her reflection in the gleaming surface of the sideboard—a haggard face, hair hastily gathered in a messy bun. When […]
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