She blinked once. Then she said, "The board voted to expand service coverage. That's been documented."
"That's not what I asked."
"It's been documented," she said again.
Diane was looking at the floor. Tom was looking at me.
"Can I see the meeting minutes?" I said. "The ones documenting the board's authority to demolish a structure on a parcel that isn't on the plat."
"Meeting minutes are for members."
"They're public records. They have to be under state HOA disclosure law."
"You can request them through the proper channel."
"What channel is that?"
"You can submit a written request to the board secretary."
"Who's the board secretary?"
"Me," she said.
It hung there. She didn't even hear how it sounded.
I took a step toward the open clubhouse door. Tom moved between me and it—not touching, just standing.
"You don't have authorization to enter."
"I'm requesting the minutes in person, Tom. That's a channel."
"It's not the right channel."