Ah, therein lies the rub! If my sister can (finally!) get them into an assisted-living apartment, with memory assistance for my mother, and I’ve essentially given her permission to do what she needs to, then it’s my screw-up for not setting a ceiling price first. Although I really, really thought my parents would pay for it themselves… and Deb thinks my father ultimately will. “Ultimately” being a key concept, timewise.