The husband brought his ailing wife to the cemetery and suggested they pick a spot for her grave.
Darling, can’t you put more effort into this?” Rita said, watching as Stas, sprawled across the couch cushions, took long drags on his cigarette, deep in thought. He snorted irritably: “Rit, do you even realize what you’re suggesting? I have no desire to swap the comfort of this couch for a prison cell.” “Don’t … Read more