“Is there something you want to tell me?” I snapped at my parents.
“Yes, Scarlett,” confessed mom, embarrassed. “We all made the decision that May wouldn't go to a nursing home.”
It was a relief, but before she even said more, I had guessed the rest. What she was going to tell me was so obvious.
"We're staying here at the manor," she continued. “At first, just you and me. Your father will join us later. He’ll then make several back and forth trips per month, between Wick and Paris, because there’s no way he’ll leave his work.”
“What about your job in high school?”
“I've already made my arrangements. I’ll be replaced without a problem and I have an offer as a French teacher here.”
“Already!” I cried. “But since when did you make this decis
