“You should be grateful I put up with you,” her husband snapped. Rita said nothing. A week later, he discovered there was no one left willing to put up with him.
Rita stood by the window, watching Gennady park his car. The white SUV, gleaming as though it had been coated in liquid silver, glided slowly into the parking lot. Gennady stepped out, pressed the button on his key fob, and remained beside the vehicle for a few moments, admiring it. He always did that. He … Read more