I started to turn to leave but decided that I really wanted out of my clothes. I slipped into the bathroom, stripped, pitched my dirty clothes into the hamper, went to my wardrobe, grabbed some "around the house" clothes, and headed for the recliner.

"You find Meghan?" she asked.

"Fucking herself with the dildo on my bed," I said.

My daughter harrumphed and brought me a cold glass of water - no ice - the way I prefer it.

"I love you," I told her.

"You'd better," she said, straight-faced. "I've been looking at nursing homes and I found a really shitty one that will be perfect for you."

I...