“Read the last line out loud,” Monica said, taking off her rimless glasses to polish them on the hem of her sweater.

“This vehicle is sole personal property,” I read.

“No further discussion about equity, trade-in value, or family utility accounts will be accepted.”

She nodded once and set a green sheet of cardstock on the desk.

“That’s the USPS certified mail receipt form with tracking,” Monica said.

“Sign the green card on the line so he has to put his own ink on it when the mail carrier gets to Portland.”

I signed my full name, Iris Elizabeth Collins, on the bottom line with a steady hand.