“My father left us this house by the sea, and you’re my sister, so you decided you could just come here whenever you wanted?” Angela looked at Zhanna. “I asked you not to come, but you showed up anyway.”
“You never asked why he lived here of all places, far from all the noise of the city,” Boris said quietly, looking around the courtyard overgrown with grapevines. “You know, Angela, my father didn’t simply run away from my mother.” “I thought they just couldn’t get along, the way it happens sometimes,” Angela said. She … Read more