In April, a letter arrives while you are there. It is addressed in neat printed labels, not handwriting. The return name says Thomas Mercer. Mrs. Mercer looks at it for a long time before opening it. Inside is a single card with no personal note, only a typed message from some kind of financial management office reminding her of “recommended options regarding asset disposition and transitional living arrangements.”
“What does that mean?” you ask.
“It means my son has outsourced guilt to professionals.”
She says it almost cheerfully, which is somehow worse.
You read the letter more carefully at her request. It suggests moving to a senior care facility, selling the home, and using proceeds to fund ongoing support. There are phrases like maximizing value and reducing maintenance burden. The language is polite in the way corporate things often are when they are about to bulldoze what someone loves.
“Do you want that?” you ask.
