Mom, you’re just a poor slob!” Pashka shouted, slamming the door of his room.
Mom, you’re just a pauper!” Pashka yelled, slamming the door of his room. Larisa froze in the hallway, clutching her son’s unironed T-shirt to her chest. His words hit harder than a slap. She leaned against the wall, feeling her knees tremble treacherously. Such scenes had been happening more frequently lately. “Pash,” she called quietly, … Read more