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

“Give me the key fob,” Arthur said.

“I’m going to check the oil and the transmission fluid before it gets dark.

You don’t know how to take care of machinery, and I’m not having a breakdown parked in my driveway.”

I looked down at his open palm and ran my thumb along the strap of my bag.

“I can check the oil in the morning, Dad,” I said.

“Hand them over,” Arthur said.