“You will drive that Toyota to the commercial vehicle transport depot in Eugene by five o’clock Friday afternoon,” he said.

“We have a flatbed carrier scheduled to pick up the vehicle and haul it straight back to Portland.”

“Why would I do that?” I asked.

“Because that car was bought with family credit and consideration,” he said, tapping his heavy gold signet ring on his wooden desk in Portland, the sharp metallic clicks coming clearly over the line.

“If that car isn’t at the Eugene depot by five on Friday, I’m filing an official stolen vehicle report with the Multnomah County sheriff.”

“My name is on the title, Dad,” I said.