— Why am I supposed to chip in for a restaurant I wasn’t even invited to
Lena stood by the window, watching as the January twilight tinted the snow with bluish shades. Behind her came the sound of running water—Andrey was washing the dishes after dinner. They had just finished pasta with chicken, an ordinary weekday meal, nothing fancy. Those were the dinners Lena loved most: quiet, homely, just the two … Read more