— You think I’m a burden to your son? And who’s paying the mortgage on his apartment? — I asked, pulling out the bank statements.
— Liza, what is this?” Tamara Sergeevna held a box of crystal glasses in her hands. Liza’s hand trembled, breaking the rhythm of dusting the shelf. It was impossible to guess what Tamara Sergeevna would dislike today. “— It’s a wedding gift from my godmother,” Liza tried unsuccessfully to smile. “Crystal, Czech.” Tamara Sergeevna pursed … Read more