Iris Held On to Her Paid-Off Title When Her Father Threatened to Call the Police

“Did you remember to pay the winter cabin utility charge before you drove down from Seattle?”

“The electric bill for the cabin at Government Camp?” I asked.

“I paid forty-two dollars for December, but I thought that was a reimbursement to Dad.”

My mother smoothed the front of her yellow cardigan over her waist.

Her voice turned soft and coaxing.

“Oh, no, Iris.

The whole electric account for the cabin is in your name.

We set it up three years ago when your father was rearranging his accounts.”