“Grandfather Arthur set up a trust for this property in 2012,” I said.

“Arthur was eighty and muddled when he wrote those papers,” Richard said, his heavy ring tapping against the iron handle of the bench vise.

“He wanted the house to stay in the family.

Chloe’s starting a family here.

You spend nine months a year living in base barracks.”

“The courthouse deed says I’m the sole owner,” I said.

“Courthouse filings get amended all the time,” Richard said.

“Signing this quitclaim clears up the paperwork confusion without paying thousands to city lawyers.”