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 don’t know what to believe anymore.”
“You can start with documents.
They’re useful.”
It was the sort of thing Arthur might have said, and I laughed despite myself.
Colin didn’t laugh.
He asked whether he could come over and talk without Jessica.
I said yes, but I made it clear that I would not be signing over the house, lending money, or changing my estate plan in a kitchen conversation.
He agreed.
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