“Sounds a lot like the novel my granddaughter’s been trying to cobble together. She mailed me a draft, fed through one of those internet translation machines. It’s about a girl who thinks she can get her activist mother back by kidnapping a bunch of men.” Put this way, the plan didn’t sound great to Nastia. “How does the book end?” “Turns out the mother just fell in love.” “Not very believable, an ending like that,” Nastia said. “Does she ever write or call the daughters she abandoned?”
