They’d debated and discussed, but they couldn’t deny the truth, Mother needed to go into a home.
There was regret in the decision, Suzanne suggested The Retreat, though you had to apply for admittance.
Malcolm had thought it a bit odd, but his objections had dissolved when they arrived. It was brightly lit, tidy and neat, Mother would love.
The only needed to go through the formalities.
Entering via the French doors they stilled, a lion sat regally on a throne, and perched on the arm an owl, eyed them suspiciously.
“So, let’s discuss your crimes against nature, shall we?”