“Just say you’ll think about it,” he pleaded.
“I’d have to quit my job with the City of Tupelo. Do you know how long it took me to get a decent job?”
“You could be an interpreter for the deaf here. And there’s a lot more jobs here, a lot more opportunities. You could probably get a job at any of the major hospitals.”
“But what about insurance? Tony’s going to need insurance—we’ll never be able to pay for all of his treatment. Those drugs alone are like ten thousand dollars a month or some other frickin’ outrageous amount.”
“Tony has Medicaid. We’ll have to cover some of the costs, but for the most part, he’s taken care of. And we’ll also receive a stipend for his care. It won’t be much, and certainly not for Boston, but you don’t have to worry about insurance. And if you had done your homework the way I did, you’d know the benefits he’ll receive here are a lot better than what he’d get if we stayed in Mississippi.”
“And what are you going to do?”