My Son Demanded Rent at Christmas Dinner

pot made small wet sounds.

“Why didn’t you?” I asked.

Carol looked at the stove.

“Because Daniel told everyone you’d been forgetting things. He said you were confused about money. He said if we upset you, it might make things worse.”

I stopped stirring.

“What?”

She nodded, miserable. “He called me two weeks ago. Said you were declining. Said he and Melissa continue reading …