“Where are you going—and who’s going to cook for us?” my husband exclaimed indignantly when he saw me at the door with my suitcase.
“Olenka, make us something delicious, we’ll be there soon!” my mother-in-law’s voice insisted on the phone, as demanding as always and without the slightest hint of a question. Olga took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Here we go again. This was the third time in just two weeks that Kirill’s parents were going … Read more