I stepped up to the folding table.

Luke stayed a foot behind me.

“I need a driver’s license,” the clerk said.

I took my wallet out of my purse and slid my license across the table.

The clerk wrote my home address in a green ledger.

“Read the terms and sign the liability paperwork at the bottom,” he said.

“Cash sale, thirty days to close, no financing contingencies allowed.”

He pushed a thick clipboard toward me.