Thomas looked at me after Dr. Osei left.
“The rehab place they recommended is Avery Heights. Medicare covers the first twenty days in full if you qualify. After that, there’s a daily copay. Two hundred and four dollars a day.”
“I’ll be home in twenty days.”
“Mom, you might not be. And if you need more care at home after that, nursing, help with the stairs, that’s not covered. That’s a hundred and fifty, two hundred dollars a day, out of pocket. This is exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you about the house.”
“Thomas.”
“I’m not trying to be cruel. I’m trying to do the math.”
“I know you are,” I said. “You’ve always been the one doing the math.”
He looked at me, startled.
“So was your father,” I said. “Apparently.”
It turned out Evelyn Carter wasn’t hard to find.
