“Did you get around to signing the insurance forms I left on your nightstand, Mom?” he asked.

“I set the folder down flat on the table,” I said.

“We need those documents filed before the middle of the month,” Daniel said, his voice slipping into the smooth, quick tone he used to close a home buyer.

“We just want your medical papers consolidated in case anything happens.”

“My papers are in order, Daniel,” I said.

“We just want to be sure you’re in a comfortable arrangement,” Renee said, her glass making a dull click on the wood.

“Especially with the utility bills going up every month.”