“Yes, I’m the wife. Yes, the apartment is mine. No, it’s not going to turn into a dorm for my husband and his beloved mom!”
Katya sat on the windowsill of her two-bedroom place, looking down into the courtyard where teenagers in sneakers were kicking a soccer ball around. A couple of times it nearly smashed into someone’s window, but the boys only laughed, like the whole neighborhood belonged to them. Katya sighed—she used to run around like that too, […]
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