“Who? My wife? She’s cheaper than any maid!” my husband laughed while talking to his secretary. He forgot that he worked at my company.
The morning began with scrambled eggs. Anna stood at the stove, stirring the yellowish mixture in the pan with a spatula, and looked out the window. Outside, a drizzle was falling; drops ran down the cornice and gathered in puddles on the asphalt of the parking area beside their country house. She loved this time … Read more