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.
“Tell them I love them and will see them soon.”
“Lucas thinks you hate us.”
“That is not something I told him.”
He hesitated.
“Jessica’s upset.”
“So am I.”
“I thought you liked living here.”
I leaned against Helen’s windowsill.