My daughter-in-law laughed as she gave me a $2 scratch-off for my 73rd birthday. Ten months later, my own son shoved a senior living brochure in front of me and said, “We already picked your room.” They thought I was too old to fight back. They had no idea what I had been hiding.
“Yes.”
“You could have told us.”
“I did.
I told you I agreed with your plan to move.”
He looked toward the open car trunk.
“Where will you go?”
“For a while, I’m staying with Helen.
Then I’m moving into my new home.”