“You lying, greedy, shameless woman! You live here, burn through our electricity, poison my husband’s soul, all just to stuff a few extra coins into your pocket? Get out!”
“Mom, you’re joking, right?” Vera’s voice trembled, though she was still trying to keep the gentle tone she usually used with older relatives. “The Sokolovs are arriving tomorrow. We’ve had this arrangement since January. They took time off work, bought train tickets to our station. I can’t just call them and say, ‘Sorry, plans have […]
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