— You’re still stuck at home in a cast anyway — let my husband drive your car for a bit, — hissed the sister venomously.
“Would you like some tea? Or do you prefer coffee?” Olga asked, limping. In one hand she held a plate of gingerbread cookies, and with the other, she lightly ran her fingers along the windowsill — as if that could hide the mess. Igor, her husband, was sitting on the floor by the wall next […]
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