“Dad, wait a minute,” I said.

He unlocked his car door and stopped.

“What did you mean about my machinery?” I asked.

Arthur turned around and gripped the roof of his car.

“I don’t want to hear another word about it,” he said.

“You just said you took eleven thousand dollars out of your retirement,” I said.

“And that’s my business,” he said.

“I’m the provider for this family.