“So, is it a deal? Then I’ll go to bed—tough day,” Nikolai said, dumped his dirty dishes in the sink, and headed for the couch without waiting for an answer.
She sighed. After a grueling week, the last thing she wanted was to work her husband’s shift. She glanced at him, at the mountain of dishes… and left them in the sink as she went to bed.
“Vik, why’s the kitchen a mess?” he demanded next morning.
“You promised to handle the housework today—wash them yourself,” she yawned. The alarm read nine o’clock; she had twenty minutes to catch the bus and relieve her husband at the flower shop.
“I promised just for today… those dishes are from last night—you didn’t work for me yesterday,” Nikolai grumbled.
“Fair’s fair. You promised today, so wash them today.”
“And breakfast?”
“Also your job. And lunch, and dinner. Bake an apple cake for tonight—Masha and Seva are bringing the grandkids. Misha loves apple cake. And make some sweet cheese buns for Nastya.”
“WHAT?”
“The internet’s full of easy video recipes. Good luck, dear. I’m off to the ‘Flower Paradise’—to that ‘dream job.’”
