Not the way they want to do it.”

“Then we pay for the days they cover and bring her home after.”

“Bring her home to what?” He looked up.

“You’ve got a sister who can’t get up a set of stairs and a wife who can’t lift her.

Tell me how that works.”

I rubbed my thumb along my index finger under the book.

“We’ll manage, is all.”

“We’ll manage.” He said it back to me, flat as a board.