“Can I…get you something…?”
His mother’s nervously-executed nicety hit the united front that had rumbled into their home like a dove smashing into a brick wall. Their expressions, seemingly in unison, showed a momentary flicker of agonizingly forced courtesy. “No. Thank you.” Helga looked as if she were about to add “…I can’t imagine what’s on the glasses in […]
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