“You haven’t earned it!” my husband laughed as he snatched the skewer from my hand
The barbecue smelled of smoke and betrayal. Galina stood with a skewer in her hand, watching the juices drip onto the glowing coals. She had always thought that the smell of meat roasting outdoors was the scent of celebration. Of childhood. Of something simple and good. But now, as she looked at her husband through … Read more