Gather your cash, get out of here and so I never see you again. This is my home, not yours.
Olga barely tore herself away from the stove to wipe her hands on her apron and pick up the phone. Mikhail was calling again—this was already the second time in a row. It was clearly something important. She answered the call while simultaneously checking to see if dinner was burning. “Hi, dear, how are you?” … Read more