A year. A whole year Masha—my sister—kept feeding me stories about renovations.
A year. A full year my sister, Masha, kept feeding me renovation excuses. “Katya, how could you come over? There’s dust up to my knees—everything’s covered in plastic.” “No, not today—I’m waiting for the workers. I’m basically living out of suitcases.” “It stinks of paint so badly you can’t even breathe.” At first I believed … Read more