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

She lifted the lid off a navy velvet box and gasped, pulling out a sleek electronic key fob.

“Is this real?” she shrieked, running to the front window.

“Dad, tell me this isn’t a joke!”

Through the wet glass, a brand-new white BMW sedan sat in the driveway with a bright red bow taped across the hood.

“Sixty-two-thousand-dollar sticker price,” my father said, tapping his signet ring against the wooden mantel.

“Paid cash down and financed the rest in my name.

Nothing’s too good for my girl.”