“The feed trough is closed!” — I blocked the cards, and for the first time my forty-year-old husband heard me say: go and earn your own money!
Lera woke up not to an alarm clock, but because the room was stuffy—like a rush-hour bus where the driver forgot to turn on the AC and the passengers are convinced fresh air is bad for your health. She automatically stared at the ceiling: a spider in the corner seemed like the only living creature […]
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