That car looks beat up.”

“It has one tiny dent in the rear bumper from a parking garage in Tacoma,” I said.

“And I paid it off three years ago.”

“That’s beside the point,” Arthur said, tapping his ring twice on the edge of the table.

“An old compact car signals struggle.

Chelsea understands how branding works.”

Chelsea smiled into her soup, spinning her key fob on the polished wooden table.

“I’m just saying, Iris, if you leave that thing parked there tomorrow, the neighbors are going to think the lawn service showed up.”