— The apartment is mine, from before the marriage, which means get out of here,” the daughter-in-law, pushed to the breaking point, pointed her mother-in-law to the door.
Lena stood on the threshold of her bedroom, staring at the wreck Valentina Petrovna had made of her closet. Half the shelves gaped empty, as if a hurricane had blown through. On the bed lay a neat stack of survivors—gray blouses, dark knee-length skirts, nondescript cardigans. Everything her mother-in-law deemed fit for a married woman. … Read more