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Serge- 18 Years Ago
“My happy boy, it’s always so good to see you.”
Aunt Svetta wrapped her tiny arms around my waist and then led me inside the apartment she shared with my mother. I loved being back in New York City, but I hated the cramped rooms they lived in. It was on the sixth floor, and the elevator only worked sporadically. I hoped to talk them into moving to Philadelphia while I was here.
“Give me your coat, and then go to the kitchen. I’ve made your favorite dessert, chocolate salami.” She took my coat and draped it over the back of a chair.
“Aunt Svetta, when I told my boyfriend Grant about chocolate salami he thought it was really a salami, that we crazy Russians were mixing meat with chocolate. He didn’t want to try the log you sent home with me last time.” It was my fa
