One thought relentlessly circled in Marina’s mind: They want to push me out of my own home. That’s why Nastya showed up unannounced now.
Marina briskly loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, selecting the express-wash setting. The Friday dinner had gone splendidly: Igor relished her famous mushroom pie with enthusiasm. Even Nastya, who typically sneered at anything the “upstart”—as she called Marina behind her back—prepared, polished off two generous slices. “I’m heading to the shower,” Igor announced from … Read more