“So your mother is moving in with us? And what did she do with her apartment?” Anna asked her husband dryly.
The doorbell rang on Saturday morning, before Darya had even managed to braid her hair. Lyudmila Sergeyevna stood on the doorstep with a box of gingerbread cookies, a new headscarf, and a smile so sugary it made Darya’s teeth ache. In three years, the woman had come to visit them exactly twice, and both times […]
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