«Not you,» Valentina Yuriyivna said. Without turning around, she added, «Gena, pay.» Hennadiy, who was just putting a bottle of balm into a bag, froze in place.

The cashier announced the total – seven thousand one hundred and twelve hryvnias – and, out of habit, Marina reached into her bag. Her hand knew exactly where her wallet was, just like it always found the light switch in the dark hallway or knew which stovetop burner never worked right. But her mother-in-law caught […]

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