“Stop stuffing your face at my expense! I’m not your personal cafeteria!” she roared, hurling the expense list at her mother-in-law.
Lyudmila Borisovna stood with her back to the doorway, facing the open refrigerator as she carefully transferred containers of food into a large checkered bag. The cutlets went in. The syrniki left over from yesterday went in too. Half a stick of sausage and a jar of homemade pickles that Nika and her mother had […]
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