"Fine. Your father and I will give you exactly what you asked for."
I hailed a cab to the hospital.
During the ride, I tallied up everything Bryan and I had given Cary since his wedding.
The house: 2,100 square feet in the best school district in town.
The car: a brand-new BMW, seventy thousand dollars.
Every single month, without fail, Bryan and I wired them a thousand dollars to help support their little household.
Thank God that when Cary got married, I'd listened to my oldest friend's advice. The house and the car were both in Bryan's name and mine.
The plan had always been to transfer the titles once they had children.
Now there was no need.
I pulled up Stuart Lambert's number.
"Stuart, I've got a house to sell. As long as it moves this week, you set the price. I don't care what it goes for."
"There's also a car. Same terms."
"One thing, though. There are people living in the house, and I don't have the car keys on me. That might complicate things."
A real estate agent who'd just been told price was no object?
He agreed before I even finished the sentence.