Chapter 5

I took out my phone and started recording. I told her I was recording. I said the date and the time out loud, because that is what you do, and because I already knew that whatever happened next would come down to whose account of it survived.Celeste's chin came up when she saw the phone. And if I could isolate one instant where this whole thing turned from a boundary dispute into what it became, it is that one. She was not embarrassed to be recorded; she was offended to be recorded by me, which are different feelings entirely.She went after me directly. She said I was agitating my mother. She said, "You've brought an elderly woman out here and gotten her worked up over a fantasy, and frankly, that says something about you."My mother, who had not raised her voice once, said, "I am standing right here, and I am not worked up."Celeste ignored her, which I had expected, and kept talking to me, because I was the one she considered the actual problem.So I asked her for the one thing that would have ended it. I said calmly, "Give me the parcel number, or the plat page, or the deed reference—anything in the association's records that shows the association owns the ground under that sign." I told her I would be glad to be wrong. I told her that if she produced a document, my mother and I would walk back to the parking lot, and I would apologize personally at the next meeting.She did not have it. She did not have it because it did not exist. But at the time, I only knew she did not have it. And instead of saying she would check—which any competent officer of any organization would say—she raised her arm and pointed back up the path at the aluminum sign and said, "Do you see the sign?"I said, "A sign is not a deed."Then she said the thing that I did not record cleanly and have never needed to, because it was said in front of my mother and in front of two residents who had wandered down from the tennis courts. She said, "People like you always think that if you argue loudly enough, the rules will change."I said, "What kind of people is that?"And Celeste Whitmore, president of the Stonebridge Glen Homeowners Association, who had never once in three years lacked a sentence, did not have one. She looked at me, and then at the residents by the tennis courts, and then back at me, and she said, "Don't twist my words." Which is what people say when their words came out exactly as they meant them.

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