Why isn’t the card going through?!” my husband was yelling from the travel agency. I was quietly finishing my tea. The account he wanted to use to pay for the cruise—I closed it yesterday.
In the evening, Anya came home after a 24-hour shift and was on the phone with her mother. Her mother’s voice sounded weak; her blood pressure had shot back up to two hundred. The old pills weren’t helping, and the new imported ones the doctor prescribed were too expensive for an ordinary pensioner. Oleg, whom […]
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