Chapter 32In bed that night, Philip said to me, “It’s not a bad idea.”
“What are you talking about?”
He reached for my hand under the sheets. “Your mother should come live with us. It makes sense.”
I looked at him puzzled. “Are you serious?”
“You’re the one who suggested it. Not me.”
I sighed. “I said it in hopes she’d refuse.”
“I think she should.”
I leaned back against the headboard, the mattress squeaking under my weight. I closed my eyes. “I hope I don’t sound selfish, but I’m still trying to process all of it. It’s a big step for all of us.”
“You’re not being selfish. I understand it’s a lot to digest.”
“What would you do?” I asked, running my hand up and down his hairy arm.
“Given your mother’s age, I think it’d be a good idea for her to move in with us. We could keep an ey
