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’s always welcome when we plan it.”
Jessica nodded.
“Thank you for not making the children choose sides.”
“Children should never have to pay for the failures of adults,” I said.
For once, we understood each other.
PART 19
Spring arrived with bluebonnets along the roadside and the smell of freshly turned soil.
I planted tomatoes behind my house.