He has, too. Thomas has had power of attorney over my finances since I had pneumonia three years ago. I signed it in a lawyer’s office in West Hartford when I was too tired to argue. It was supposed to be just for emergencies. Thomas doesn’t really believe in the word just.
“I talked to a place in Avon,” he went on. “Brookside Senior Living. It’s beautiful, Mom. They have a library and a garden. Independent living to start, and assisted living if you need it later. The house would sell for at least four-ten. Probably more. That would cover Brookside for years.”
“I’m not moving to Avon.”
“Mom—”
“Your father and I raised you in this house. He planted that maple tree. I’m going to die in this house, Thomas, and you can sell it afterward and buy yourself a boat.”
The grandchildren went very quiet.
