"So, where is this Four Oaks place?" I ask once I'm sitting beside him in his car. Why do these nursing homes always have such whimsical names? I wonder if they actually have four oaks planted there just so the name makes sense. They probably do.
"Upstate," he says, not taking his eyes off the road.
"Will my insurance cover it?" I ask.
"You don't have to worry about that." He glances at me as he says it, such a lost, faraway look in his eyes I nearly tear up.
And because I'm very close to crying, I don't say anything more, and neither does he.
It was sunny when we left the hospital, but the sky's overcast once we reach the facility, a freezing wind picking up.
The nurse smiles a lot as she leads us to my room, which is more like a suite, with a large living room, and a separate bedro
