The top cover showed a photo of an older couple seated on a wooden bench beneath a canvas shade.

“What’s all this?” I asked.

“Just a few options Daniel and I were looking at last night,” Renee said.

She pressed the corner of the top brochure flat with her thumb.

“The place out on Frank Lloyd Wright Boulevard has a heated pool and a shuttle to the grocery store every week.”

“The casita pool suits me fine,” I said.

“We just want you living in a community where people can look after you properly, Mom,” Renee said.