I told you once that I’m not going to your parents’ place anymore, Misha, which means I’m not going! Stop trying to talk me into it! It just disgusts me how…
“Dash, are you coming or not? Mom baked pies, she’ll be offended.” Misha was already standing in the hallway, fully dressed. He was wearing that very same blue jacket Dasha had given him for his last birthday. He shifted from foot to foot, glancing impatiently at her, curled up in the deep armchair in the … Read more