“This is my house, and I’m not going to squeeze myself in for your sake or for your relatives,” Lera snapped. Her would-be husband had decided he was the master of the house.
“Mom, I’m almost there. I’ll be at the station in half an hour.” Lera pressed the phone to her ear, looking out the train window. Suburban settlements flashed past the glass, along with familiar station names. “So, how did the training go?” her mother asked, her voice lively, carrying its usual note of curiosity. “Fine. … Read more