— Yes, the apartment is mine. No, that doesn’t mean your mother has the right to show up without asking and “inspect whether everything’s done properly”!
— Could you at least warn me for once that she’s coming again? — Ira’s voice was tight, stretched thin like a drawn wire. Sergey stood with the refrigerator door open, drinking straight from the bottle. He didn’t even glance in her direction. — Who? — he asked, flat and detached, as if he genuinely … Read more