Daniel slid his watch back along its strap, his face reddening all the way down to his collar.

“The wealth management advisor said we needed family oversight in case your memory started to go.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my memory, Daniel,” I said.

“I remembered where I put my Buick title, and I remembered every number on that slip from the Circle K.”

“Mom,” Daniel said, his voice sinking into the soft sales pitch he used on people looking to buy land.

“We were thinking about your long-term care.