“Galia, where’s my gray turtleneck? And why is there no cottage cheese in the fridge? Mom specifically told you to buy it yesterday.”
“Galia, where’s my gray turtleneck? And why is there no cottage cheese in the fridge? Mom specifically told you to buy it yesterday.” Galina Sergeyevna stopped mid-motion at the sink, a plate still in her hands. Viktor Nikolayevich stood in the kitchen doorway, already dressed to head out to a job site, irritated and rushed. […]
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