“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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“Who’s going to roast the goose then—me?” Galina Ivanovna’s voice in the receiver was sharp and offended

“Who’s going to roast the goose—me?” Galina Ivanovna’s voice crackled through the phone, demanding and wounded at the same time, with those familiar notes that had worked on her son for forty years straight. “My blood pressure’s been jumping for two weeks, and you want to run your own mother ragged at the stove?” Marina […]

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