“A cashier’s check from my final engineering distribution account.

It settles the remaining balance on your station wagon.”

“My car loan is not your problem anymore,” I said.

“I refuse to leave you with a lien on your car,” Greg said.

He opened his car door and sat down, placing both hands flat on the steering wheel.

“The title will arrive in your name within two weeks.”

“You yelled at that young waiter at the diner back in August over a cold plate of eggs,” I said, leaning down toward his open window.

“You never yelled at anyone in twenty-two years.”