“I run this household now.

I’m the man in this house, and you’re not going to talk down to me like I’m some tenant.”

“You don’t pay any rent, Brent.”

“I carry the load,” he said, raising his voice until it bounced off the high plaster ceiling.

“I take care of the physical maintenance.

I protect this place while you sit in a comfortable office downtown.”

“Four days ago you bought a nine-hundred-dollar graphics card,” I said.