“Am I supposed to greet the guests myself? You mean, you’re going to go on vacation for a week?!”

and pulled down a travel bag.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“Packing. I’m taking time off and going on vacation. For a week.”

He was stunned. “What about my family?”

“You’re so happy they’re coming. You host them.”

This wasn’t the first time. His mother had stayed three times the previous year. Every visit meant Lyuba cooking nonstop, cleaning, entertaining,continue reading …