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

“You always understand the big picture better than Chelsea does.”

“I’ll look over my insurance papers tonight,” I said.

“Don’t wait too long, sweetie,” Eleanor said softly.

“Your father wants this settled before the end of the week.”

By one in the afternoon, I was sitting at Monica’s kitchen table with a cold mug of black tea.

Eleanor called my cell again, her voice carrying the same honeyed, light pressure.

“Arthur and I talked it over while he was out in the garage,” Eleanor said.