Yelena pauses halfway through the door, her phone in her hand, and leans back to stick her head around the jamb, rolling her eyes when she sees the face Melina is making. "Don't forget," the other woman warns. "It's your turn to do the dishes."
"Mama," Yelena says, scandalized. "I will. Can I just – ? Okay? Thank you?"
Melina waves her off and turns, muttering something to herself that Yelena is just as happy to not to hear. For her part, she slams out the door and into the early evening air as she thumbs the screen and accepts the call. "они сводят меня с ума," she says, holding the screen up to her face. "I – "
She falls off, features furrowing into a frown as she stares at the faces looking back at her. "Is that the king of Wakanda?"
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Yelena pauses halfway through the door, her phone in her hand, and leans back to stick her head around the jamb, rolling her eyes when she sees the face Melina is making. "Don't forget," the other woman warns. "It's your turn to do the dishes."
"Mama," Yelena says, scandalized. "I will. Can I just – ? Okay? Thank you?"
Melina waves her off and turns, muttering something to herself that Yelena is just as happy to not to hear. For her part, she slams out the door and into the early evening air as she thumbs the screen and accepts the call. "они сводят меня с ума," she says, holding the screen up to her face. "I – "
She falls off, features furrowing into a frown as she stares at the faces looking back at her. "Is that the king of Wakanda?"