“You are obliged to celebrate with us. Your parents can wait,” her mother-in-law ordered.
Tamara placed the dish with the pie on the table as if it were a seal on an important decree. Lena silently watched as her mother-in-law smoothed the tablecloth with her palm, as though erasing someone’s objections in advance. The apartment smelled of cinnamon and old-fashioned coziness, and Lena still hoped the evening would pass […]
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