“Go ahead and badmouth your mommy all you like, but if you say even one word about my mother that I don’t like—you’ll be out of my apartment on the spot! I won’t be tiptoeing around you, my dear!”
“Igor, forgive me, please, if I’m interrupting,” Tatyana Yevgenyevna’s voice was quiet, almost apologetic, as if she were asking not for a favor but for some great, unthinkable indulgence. She stood in the kitchen doorway, her dry, pigment-spotted hands clasped in front of her. “The door to my room… it creaks terribly. I got up […]
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