“My wife is wooden-headed, and I’ve already found a buyer for her apartment,” my husband giggled into the phone.
No, Seryoga, seriously, what’s she going to do? My wife is wooden. She doesn’t care about anything. Don’t worry, I’ve already found a buyer for her apartment.” I froze in the hallway with shopping bags in both hands. The keys were still dangling in the lock — I hadn’t even managed to close the door … Read more