your age needs to prepare for these things.”
I forced my voice to remain polite.
“I’m fine, Raymond.”
“You know, I used to visit Aunt Margaret all the time before she died. I helped her handle her finances and personal affairs. Family should take care of family.”
Something about the way he said it made my coffee suddenly taste bitter.
“That was kind of you,” I replied. “But I have to get ready for work.”
I ended the call before he could ask anything else.
The hospital smelled of
