"Why don't you just get a new car?" Father asked as we sat in the dining room eating the dinner mom had made. It was a fancy chicken recipe she had just found on the internet and was overjoyed that she was going to be able to try it on us.

Issac had said something similar on the way home. He had only one good point to why. Keith would not know what car I drove or the license plate number if I didn't get it transferred. Then, father brought up another point. "Besides, those kinds of ...