“Katya,” Roman said, pushing away his empty plate, “when are you planning to pay me back?”
“Katya, maybe it’s time for you to start your maternity leave,” Galina Petrovna said gently. “Just look at yourself—you’re pale, your hands are shaking. And judging by the dates, it’s already long overdue.” Katerina automatically lowered her eyes to her fingers, which really were trembling slightly around a mug of tea that had gone cold … Read more