Leni Korhonen - Fiction

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ It was a house with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and now curiously, only two inhabitants. The children had grown. They had not been exiled nor banished, only permitted, as was the fashion, to seek lives of their own with trembling independence and mismatched cutlery. “I suppose we could turn Emma’s room into a study,” Robert said on the first Thursday after the final departure, which had come with tearful goodbyes, promises to call, and an Uber with a bust