Nash leaned his head back in the armchair and stared at the water spots on the ceiling. Oliver’s music played softly in the background, disrupted occasionally by a faint swish as he turned the page of his book.
How on earth was Nash supposed to suggest to a physician that his judgment regarding the health of his own grandfather was incorrect? Or was it? Maybe Nash had misread Bernie’s comment. Perhaps Dr. Burlingham had no intention of moving Bernie to a nursing home. It did seem out of character—not that he was any kind of expert on Dr. Burlingham’s character—after seeing the two of them interact with each other.
Dr. Burlingham had looked at Bernie with genuine warmth and caring. He didn’t strike Nash as the kind of person who would sacrifice his grandfather for the sake of personal con
