“So it’s true, then? Your mother is moving in with us right after the registry office?!” the bride asked, slowly sinking onto the chair by the window.
I asked it almost in a whisper, although the apartment was so quiet that even the spoon left in the cup seemed too loud. Outside the window, dusk was slowly falling. Reflected in the glass was our kitchen — new, bright, with white cabinet fronts and the curtains with tiny gray leaves that I had […]
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