“Stay right there,” he said to family members who made to leave when he came in. “I’m not going to hurt anybody.”“Are you comfortable here?” Ford asked Mrs. Perini.“Very much.”“How do you like Iron Mountain?” he inquired.It was winter when the Perinis arrived in the Upper Pensinsula, having come from Manchester, England, where Victor worked in the Ford plant, and the Michigan town was covered in twelve feet of snow.“I don’t know what Iron Mountain looks like. All I’ve seen is roofs and snow. They don’t even have sidewalks.”“Oh yes, they have sidewalks up there. You’ll see them when the snow goes away.”“I don’t know . . . we’ll see when the snow goes away.”“You’ll see,” Ford replied, “there are plenty of sidewalks there and dandelions. You will be able to put flowers in and show them how to do it.”On his way out, she heard Ford tell her husband, “I knew she would come out all right. You can be proud. You’ve got a good wife. She is a good housekeeper and a good mother.
