“Beggar?” Larisa slowly turned her head toward her mother-in-law and gave a faint, sharp smile. “Then why has your family been living in my apartment for the third year in a row?”
The table fell silent at once. Until that moment, everyone had been pretending that the evening was going almost decently. Valentina Yegorovna was serving salad onto plates, her father-in-law, Semyon Pavlovich, was talking about the weather, and Igor’s cousin aunt was nodding so eagerly that it seemed every word from the hostess mattered more than … Read more