“From the trash, you say? Then pack up your things from the trash and get out!”—his wife shot back instantly at his rudeness
The spoon clinked against the edge of the cup—a clear, glassy sound in the morning stillness of the kitchen, filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and burnt toast. Dima sat across from me, scrolling through his phone feed, occasionally glancing at breakfast like an inspector reviewing a contractor’s work. “Eggs again,” he said … Read more