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.
She left without an apology.
Before she reached the car, she turned back.
“Do you want us to lose the house?”
“No,” I said.
“I want you to make an honest plan you can afford, whether that’s here or somewhere else.”
For the first time, she had no quick answer.
PART 15
Christmas was awkward.