“You sold the car, didn’t you? Give that money to Mom for the kitchen renovation,” her husband demanded.
“You sold the car, didn’t you? That money will go toward renovating Mom’s kitchen,” Artyom said calmly. Natasha looked at her husband. Artyom stood in the kitchen doorway—a kitchen that had gone three years without a stove or even a proper table. Behind him towered bags of plaster leaning against the wall since last autumn. […]
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