If my cooking is so awful to you, why are you throwing a fit? Cook for yourself! You’ve got your signature sandwich, don’t you? Go on and—”
Again with this sour stuff? Lena, are you pouring vinegar into the borscht or what? I’ve told you a hundred times—my mother’s was sweet and rich. And this? Beet water. And sour on top of it.” Pavel pushed the plate away with disgust, and the scrape of faience on the tablecloth cut Lena more sharply […]
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