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.

I didn’t want to tell you.”

I waited.

“We’ve been using credit cards to cover things,” he admitted.

“We thought we’d buy the place when I got my promotion.

Now the owner won’t sell to us.”

“The owner sold to me.”

“Exactly.” He pressed both palms to the table.

“You could sell it to us.”