He stared at me.
« That correction is exactly why you can’t live alone. »
« I slipped. »
He stared at me.
« And you couldn’t reach your phone. The doctor said that next time, you could be there overnight. »
At 73, I knew Jackson was right. He wanted me to sell the house and move in with him.
I agreed on one condition.
« Nothing gets thrown away without my permission. »
« Fine. You still have receipts from 1989. »
« Paper remembers better than people. »