“The title is in my name alone,” I said, running my thumb along the laminated edge of the paper.

“I paid the final bank installment thirty-six months ago.”

“You live under my authority as head of this family,” Arthur said, tapping his heavy gold signet ring twice against his wooden desk.

“I paid for your oil changes when you were twenty-two.

I signed the original dealer registration forms in Portland.”

“That was seven years ago,” I said.

“The history doesn’t matter,” Arthur said, his tone turning razor-sharp.

“You will drive that car back north by tomorrow evening, or you’ll deal with me directly.”