“Shut up,” the husband roared, hurling the suitcase to the floor. “I’m leaving you and this swamp you call a life.”
“A swamp?” Marina slowly turned away from the stove where potatoes were frying for dinner. “This ‘swamp’ fed your mother for twenty years while she was running around to doctors. Did you forget?” “What does my mother have to do with it? Don’t you dare drag her into this!” “It has everything to do … Read more