I returned to Carmona without warning and discovere my old parents carrying grocery bags into the house while strangers were drinking in their living room.

In case something happened.”

With Dad seventy-two and Mom seventy, discussing medical decisions, bills and wills made sense. Surrendering control without understanding was another matter.

“Did you sign a power of attorney?”

He nodded.

“Limited, I thought.”

“For medical decisions?”

“And paying bills if I couldn’t.”

I turned toward Mom.

“I signed something too.”

“Did either of you read it?”

He met my question with a weary expression.

“I read what Derek showed me.”

He’d read what Derek showed him, not necessarily what he’d signed. I hoped my lawyer Inez