Tatiana did not speak to Dasha, tried in fact not to look at her sister, who, as she was leaving said, “Happy birthday.” “Yes, Tanechka, happy birthday,” said Mama, hurrying out. “Don’t forget to lock up.” Papa kissed her on the head and said, “Your...
Now that she was an adult, she liked it even less. And what was worse was the number of things Mimoo was right about, and what was even more infuriating was the way her mother always knew it. Her powers of observation unabated despite faltering eyesight, onslaught of age, and general indifference...