— Shut up this instant! I am the owner here, not your saintly mommy! Alisa threw the documents onto the table so hard that the cups fell over.
I had heard the word “saint” so often that it had started to make me nauseous. “Saintly Mom said,” “Saintly Mom thinks,” “Saintly Mom is upset”—every day, ten times a day. Maxim said it with such reverence, as if he were talking not about his mother, Lyudmila Nikolaevna, but about some heavenly patroness. And it […]
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