Susan said, “It certainly is, sweetheart.”

And here is the part I have to put in.

I wanted it.

My sedan was a 2011 with a hundred and ninety thousand miles on it and a wheel bearing that had been making a noise since August, and I had looked at the estimate for the bearing and put it off twice, and I had been driving to the bank and the courthouse and Deloris Pfaff’s house in a car I was frightened of.

And my father put a photograph of a silver sedan on a coffee table and for about nine seconds, in Margaret’s front room, with her chair occupied, I wanted it so much that I had to look at the carpet.