I hate you, you snake!” my mother-in-law rasped for all 20 years of our marriage. But there was one line in her will that knocked everyone off their feet..
The heavy, cloying smell of her perfume hit me the moment the elevator doors opened. Alevtina Borisovna. She stepped into our tiny hallway, and the apartment instantly seemed to shrink, filled with that scent of expensive, suffocating powder. It was her smell. The smell of power. “Got yourself draped in rags again, Katerina?” Her gaze … Read more