“I’m not dragging myself out to that godforsaken backwater to bury your mother,” her husband snapped. And when he heard about her bank account, he came crawling back with flowers.
Natalia woke to the insistent ringing of the phone. The clock read just before eight on an August Monday. Vitaly beside her grumbled and pulled the pillow over his head. “Hello?” Natalia’s voice was hoarse with sleep. “Natalya dear, it’s Valentina Ivanovna, your mother’s neighbor,” came the anxious voice of an elderly woman. “Sweetheart, be […]
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