“Then we use it.”

“Use it how?

You have fourteen hundred dollars, a bus pass, and a shirt that fits you everywhere but the arms.”

“We don’t stop a closing with a story.” I rubbed my right wrist, then set my hand flat on the table.

“We stop it with a man and a stamp.

Victor notarized that deed in a room where my father wasn’t present.

Get him to say it out loud, on paper, in front of the brokers, and the sale is standing on nothing.”