“What are you going to do with it?” my dad asked, leaning against my car, blocking the door so I couldn’t get in without answering him first. “I’m going to give him half of mine.” Quick as lightning, and I’ll swear it till I die, though not a soul alive will believe me: a small smile flickered over my dad’s face, but then it was gone. “It’s yours.” He nodded. “You do with it what you want.”
