Why was she doing this? It felt strange, accepting help from Olga. She was also… different, no sign of her usual scowl
It felt strange, having Olga hovering over me while I sat at her sewing machine.
“Can I make you a coffee?” she asked.
“Yes, I’ll take that. Thank you.”
I’d been craving a coffee all evening. But the milk Anzel had bought in the morning had gone warm hours earlier. I kept begging him to stop buying milk. “The fridge is broken, we toss most of the bottle every day. It’s a waste of money.” But he bought it anyway, along with cheese and other perishables that went to the garbage uneaten.
Olga put down a steaming cup of coffee. I accepted it gratefully, took a few sips, and continued working.
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