The Amazons Loved Caz’s Place.

They had been living like gypsies for the whole time they’d been in America, and I had a feeling the Ukrainian Amazon compound in the Carpathians wasn’t any bower of delight, either… Now you would have thought Halyna and Oxana were on vacation. They ran around looking at everything, fiddling with the television, touching the costly fabrics that draped the rooms, marveling at the expensive clothes in her closet and opening and smelling all Caz’s perfumes (just the scents gave me a sharp pang in the heart).

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