How one phrase from a wife changed the outcome of a family dispute

 

 

Anna stood in the kitchen and glanced at the anvelope in Dmitry’s hands—large, thick, with the bank’s logo. He’d just brought it from the post office and was opening it with pleasure. “What is this?” she asked.

“Documents?” he answered carefully, looking at the bags. “What documents?” Dmitry didn’t look at her groin. “Carefully, finally!” Anna felt her inner muscles closing.

“Lon?” she asked slowly. “What lon?” he asked. “For the car.”

He put the documents down and looked at her. His face looked as if he was explaining something obvious. “I told you I want to buy a car.”

“I found a great option, used but in good condition.” “Dmitry!” Anna approached. “You said you wanted a car, but you didn’t say anything about a womb.”

“Well, how can you not?” He took a step. “I told you this a month ago.” “You probably weren’t listening.”

Anna erased her memories. A month ago, they really had talked about the car. In the past, Dmitry had said something about buying a car being a good idea.

She agreed. “Yes, someday, when we pay.” That was the end of the conversation.

“I thought we’d pay,” she said. “Pay gradually.” “Then we’ll buy it without the womb.”

“It’ll take a long time to pay.” Dmitry took the documents again. He had to pay for years.

And so, the womb lasts three years. The salaries are small. 12 thousand a month.

Normal. 12 thousand. She sat on the table…

 

Anna stood in the kitchen and glanced at the anvelope in Dmitry’s hands—large, thick, with the bank’s logo. He’d just brought it from the post office and was opening it with pleasure. “What is this?” she asked.

“Documents?” he answered carefully, looking at the bags. “What documents?” Dmitry didn’t look at her groin. “Carefully, finally!” Anna felt her inner muscles closing.

“Lon?” she asked slowly. “What lon?” he asked. “For the car.”

He put the documents down and looked at her. His face looked as if he was explaining something obvious. “I told you I want to buy a car.”

“I found a great option, used but in good condition.” “Dmitry!” Anna approached. “You said you wanted a car, but you didn’t say anything about a womb.”

“Well, how can you not?” He took a step. “I told you this a month ago.” “You probably weren’t listening.”

Anna erased her memories. A month ago, they really had talked about the car. In the past, Dmitry had said something about buying a car being a good idea.

She agreed. “Yes, someday, when we pay.” That was the end of the conversation.

“I thought we’d pay,” she said. “Pay gradually.” “Then we’ll buy it without the womb.”

“It’ll take a long time to pay.” Dmitry took the documents again. He had to pay for years.

And so, the womb lasts three years. The salaries are small. 12 thousand a month.

Normal. 12 thousand. She sat on the table…

 

Anna stood in the kitchen and glanced at the anvelope in Dmitry’s hands—large, thick, with the bank’s logo. He’d just brought it from the post office and was opening it with pleasure. “What is this?” she asked.

“Documents?” he answered carefully, looking at the bags. “What documents?” Dmitry didn’t look at her groin. “Carefully, finally!” Anna felt her inner muscles closing.

“Lon?” she asked slowly. “What lon?” he asked. “For the car.”

He put the documents down and looked at her. His face looked as if he was explaining something obvious. “I told you I want to buy a car.”

“I found a great option, used but in good condition.” “Dmitry!” Anna approached. “You said you wanted a car, but you didn’t say anything about a womb.”

“Well, how can you not?” He took a step. “I told you this a month ago.” “You probably weren’t listening.”

Anna erased her memories. A month ago, they really had talked about the car. In the past, Dmitry had said something about buying a car being a good idea.

She agreed. “Yes, someday, when we pay.” That was the end of the conversation.

“I thought we’d pay,” she said. “Pay gradually.” “Then we’ll buy it without the womb.”

“It’ll take a long time to pay.” Dmitry took the documents again. He had to pay for years.

And so, the womb lasts three years. The salaries are small. 12 thousand a month.

Normal. 12 thousand. She sat on the table…

 

Anna stood in the kitchen and glanced at the anvelope in Dmitry’s hands—large, thick, with the bank’s logo. He’d just brought it from the post office and was opening it with pleasure. “What is this?” she asked.

“Documents?” he answered carefully, looking at the bags. “What documents?” Dmitry didn’t look at her groin. “Carefully, finally!” Anna felt her inner muscles closing.

“Lon?” she asked slowly. “What lon?” he asked. “For the car.”

He put the documents down and looked at her. His face looked as if he was explaining something obvious. “I told you I want to buy a car.”

“I found a great option, used but in good condition.” “Dmitry!” Anna approached. “You said you wanted a car, but you didn’t say anything about a womb.”

“Well, how can you not?” He took a step. “I told you this a month ago.” “You probably weren’t listening.”

Anna erased her memories. A month ago, they really had talked about the car. In the past, Dmitry had said something about buying a car being a good idea.

She agreed. “Yes, someday, when we pay.” That was the end of the conversation.

“I thought we’d pay,” she said. “Pay gradually.” “Then we’ll buy it without the womb.”

“It’ll take a long time to pay.” Dmitry took the documents again. He had to pay for years.

And so, the womb lasts three years. The salaries are small. 12 thousand a month.

Normal. 12 thousand. She sat on the table…

 

Anna stood in the kitchen and glanced at the anvelope in Dmitry’s hands—large, thick, with the bank’s logo. He’d just brought it from the post office and was opening it with pleasure. “What is this?” she asked.

“Documents?” he answered carefully, looking at the bags. “What documents?” Dmitry didn’t look at her groin. “Carefully, finally!” Anna felt her inner muscles closing.

“Lon?” she asked slowly. “What lon?” he asked. “For the car.”

He put the documents down and looked at her. His face looked as if he was explaining something obvious. “I told you I want to buy a car.”

“I found a great option, used but in good condition.” “Dmitry!” Anna approached. “You said you wanted a car, but you didn’t say anything about a womb.”

“Well, how can you not?” He took a step. “I told you this a month ago.” “You probably weren’t listening.”

Anna erased her memories. A month ago, they really had talked about the car. In the past, Dmitry had said something about buying a car being a good idea.

She agreed. “Yes, someday, when we pay.” That was the end of the conversation.

“I thought we’d pay,” she said. “Pay gradually.” “Then we’ll buy it without the womb.”

“It’ll take a long time to pay.” Dmitry took the documents again. He had to pay for years.

And so, the womb lasts three years. The salaries are small. 12 thousand a month.

Normal. 12 thousand. She sat on the table…

 

Anna stood in the kitchen and glanced at the anvelope in Dmitry’s hands—large, thick, with the bank’s logo. He’d just brought it from the post office and was opening it with pleasure. “What is this?” she asked.

“Documents?” he answered carefully, looking at the bags. “What documents?” Dmitry didn’t look at her groin. “Carefully, finally!” Anna felt her inner muscles closing.

“Lon?” she asked slowly. “What lon?” he asked. “For the car.”

He put the documents down and looked at her. His face looked as if he was explaining something obvious. “I told you I want to buy a car.”

“I found a great option, used but in good condition.” “Dmitry!” Anna approached. “You said you wanted a car, but you didn’t say anything about a womb.”

“Well, how can you not?” He took a step. “I told you this a month ago.” “You probably weren’t listening.”

Anna erased her memories. A month ago, they really had talked about the car. In the past, Dmitry had said something about buying a car being a good idea.

She agreed. “Yes, someday, when we pay.” That was the end of the conversation.

“I thought we’d pay,” she said. “Pay gradually.” “Then we’ll buy it without the womb.”

“It’ll take a long time to pay.” Dmitry took the documents again. He had to pay for years.

And so, the womb lasts three years. The salaries are small. 12 thousand a month.

Normal. 12 thousand. She sat on the table…

 

Anna stood in the kitchen and glanced at the anvelope in Dmitry’s hands—large, thick, with the bank’s logo. He’d just brought it from the post office and was opening it with pleasure. “What is this?” she asked.

“Documents?” he answered carefully, looking at the bags. “What documents?” Dmitry didn’t look at her groin. “Carefully, finally!” Anna felt her inner muscles closing.

“Lon?” she asked slowly. “What lon?” he asked. “For the car.”

He put the documents down and looked at her. His face looked as if he was explaining something obvious. “I told you I want to buy a car.”

“I found a great option, used but in good condition.” “Dmitry!” Anna approached. “You said you wanted a car, but you didn’t say anything about a womb.”

“Well, how can you not?” He took a step. “I told you this a month ago.” “You probably weren’t listening.”

Anna erased her memories. A month ago, they really had talked about the car. In the past, Dmitry had said something about buying a car being a good idea.

She agreed. “Yes, someday, when we pay.” That was the end of the conversation.

“I thought we’d pay,” she said. “Pay gradually.” “Then we’ll buy it without the womb.”

“It’ll take a long time to pay.” Dmitry took the documents again. He had to pay for years.

And so, the womb lasts three years. The salaries are small. 12 thousand a month.

Normal. 12 thousand. She sat on the table…