“Would if we could,” Giles continued, “but Mother cannot be in the same room as Dad, at least not now. Perhaps two years down the road, when her condition has advanced.”
Two years from now, Wilbur thought, they’d probably be gone, both of them, and here we were, discussing separating them.
“Down the road,” Egbert said, “we’ll consider moving them to be near one of us.”
“Why are we waiting? Don’t you realize, they’ve got precious little time? And we’ve got very little time to spend with them?”
“Wilbur, you’re getting emotional,” Giles said. “This is a purely objective decision, and we can’t allow our feelings to intrude on it. Putting our parents into separate nursing homes must be methodical and logical. If we start basing our decisions on feelings, we’ll make mistakes.”
Wilbur had had enough. “And if we base them on strict logic, my dear brother, then we’d be stuck in this quagmire of contradictions. Three months ago you said they had to be moved to the facility, rather than to Minneapolis, Dallas, or Boston, because they wanted to be together. Now that they have to be separated, their feelings don’t factor into the equation. So which is it, mastermind?”
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