Bob opened the fridge without asking, moved things around, then mumbled that they’d need to do a “real grocery run.”
Later that evening, while my father read on the porch, Bob sat in his favorite chair and scrolled through TV channels loudly. Janet took over the kitchen, wiping down already clean counters and grumbling about “dusty corners.”
You’d think he’d install central air.”
Janet said, “Why does he need a whole house anyway? Just shuffling around and using up space. A care facility would be more appropriate.”Continue reading…
