Chapter 9

What I got on Monday morning was an email from the association with three enclosures and no apology.The first was a formal notice of violation against me for "disruptive conduct," citing an incident behind the clubhouse involving law enforcement, with a fine of $250.The second prohibited residents from recording association officers performing their duties and demanded I delete existing recordings, which is not a thing an association can demand and not a thing anyone with a lawyer would put in writing.The third instructed my family to "refrain from interference with common property currently subject to review," which was the association's first written admission, though it did not know it, that the ownership of that ground was in question.Attached separately was a citation on my own hedge for exceeding permitted height: $100. That hedge had not been touched in fourteen months, had passed two annual walkthroughs, and had appeared in the association's own newsletter the previous spring as an example of good curb appeal.I read all four documents twice, and I understood what I was looking at. It was not confusion; it was a decision. She had been publicly corrected by two police officers in front of her neighbors, and rather than absorb it, she had elected to make me the problem on paper. In the record, using the machinery she controlled, she was building a file. In six months, the file would say that Dorian Hale on Kestrel Court had a documented history of disruptive conduct and code violations, and that his family's claim emerged in the middle of a pattern of hostility toward the association.I did not reply. I drafted one four paragraphs long, every paragraph true, and it would have been the worst thing I did that year. I deleted it and called Graham Voss instead.Graham Voss is 58, a real estate attorney with an office above a bakery in the old part of town, and he has represented my family since before my father died. He wears cardigans, and he has the least dramatic manner of any effective person I have ever met.He read the four documents. He listened to the recording from Saturday, all of it, twice. And when he got to "People like you always think that if you argue loudly enough, the rules will change," he stopped it, backed it up eight seconds, played it again, and wrote something down.Then he said, "Here is the only instruction I have for you: stop arguing with Celeste Whitmore. Do not reply to her emails. Do not speak to her at the mailboxes. Do not defend yourself to your neighbors. From this point forward, we use paper."I asked what he needed.

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