“Raymond is completely incapacitated and can’t manage his own household affairs,” Christopher said, picking up his water goblet and taking a small sip.

“He was awake this morning,” I said.

Christopher set the glass down on the wood with a hard, sharp ring.

“My uncle is a terminal patient whose nervous system makes meaningless reflex twitches,” Christopher said, his clipped tone dropping into a fast whisper.

“He spoke to me,” I said.

“Don’t make up absurd legal stories in this house,” Christopher said, adjusting his right gold cufflink with two quick fingers.

“Seven days’ notice is an act of charity.