She already aims higher than you can see.” Her face tightened, an ugly humiliated rage rising as the spotlight tore away from her golden child.

“You’re deliberately trying to humiliate this family, Stuart,” she hissed, stepping toward me, fists curling.

“No, Frances,” I said, my voice dropping.

“You handled the humiliation on your own.

I’m just here to correct the math.”

The car was never really about the car.