“Dad lives here, so I have a right to this apartment too!” declared my husband’s daughter from his first marriage. But Olga quickly put a stop to her plans.
Two suitcases were standing in the hallway. One was black, huge, and on wheels. The other was pink, smaller, with an airline sticker on the side. Olga stopped in the doorway, keys in hand. The inspection at the factory was postponed until Monday, so she was let off at three o’clock. She had planned to … Read more