The relatives decided to celebrate the second day of my sister-in-law’s wedding at our place—I didn’t argue, but I greeted the guests in my own way.
Lena woke up because the phone wouldn’t stop ringing. She reached for the nightstand and picked up the receiver. On the screen—her mother-in-law. “Good morning,” Lena’s voice was sleepy, hoarse. “Lenochka, are you still not asleep?” the mother-in-law was brisk and cheerful. Far too cheerful for nine in the morning after last night. […]
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