“We need you to sign these before eight tonight, Mom,” Daniel said, in his fast sales voice.

“It’s just paperwork to fold your medical insurance coverage into our family umbrella policy.”

“My Medicare pays for my doctor visits downtown,” I said.

“The state changed the primary caregiver regulations back in August,” Daniel said, tapping a finger on the top staple.

“Renee looked into the administrative side.

If your signed consent isn’t on file by tomorrow, the secondary provider will cancel your prescription coverage.”

Across the table, Chloe set down her fork and wound a strand of dark hair around her index finger.