“Sign.”

Gary didn’t pick it up.

“You can sign and walk out of here with the house, the truck, and the equity, or you can fight it and lose all three.” Arthur tapped his pen twice on the table.

“All three.”

“Patty.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He picked up the pen.

The parking lot smelled of hot asphalt and the dumpster behind the strip mall.