My mother is moving in with us. She’ll feel calmer that way!” my husband declared. “This apartment is mine. Find somewhere else. I’m not going to live with your mother,” I replied.
Evening always seemed to arrive somehow suddenly. Only moments ago, the last rays of the sun had been burning outside the window, clinging to the glass high-rises, and now there was a thick, velvety blue darkness stitched with the yellow dots of windows and neon signs. Olga sat in the silence of her living room, … Read more