“Stop comparing me to your mother! I’m not going to iron your underwear and socks the way she did! I’ve put up with your comparisons for five years, but today you’ve gone too far! Say one more word, and I’ll smash this iron over your stupid head! So pack your things and go live with your precious mommy!”
“Do you honestly think you can go out in public wearing this?” Stanislav’s voice was not loud, but it carried that particular vibrating tone that always made Olga’s temples begin to ache. It was the tone people use to scold a guilty cat that has fouled someone’s slippers. Olga froze with her coffee cup halfway … Read more