The husband noticed how his wife quietly added something to his tea and carefully swapped the mugs.
The end of summer was unusually hot. The sun blazed mercilessly, as if trying to scorch everything alive. At the crossroads by the roadside, grandmothers had set up with handmade baskets. Inside were homemade apples smelling of orchards, fresh greens, juicy parsley and dill, cucumbers twisted like old cloves, and tomatoes—juicy, fragrant, freshly picked from … Read more