I stood in my kitchen holding it, and the question that formed in me was not angry, just very simple and very stubborn. Since when did that lake belong to them?
The association met on the second Tuesday of the month in the clubhouse at the north end of Cedar Glenn in a room with beige carpet and a coffee urn nobody trusted. I had never been to one. I dressed the way I dress for the county. Pressed shirt, boots cleaned off, and I brought a folder with my deed, my closing statement, and the three letters clipped in order.
There were maybe twenty homeowners scattered across the folding chairs, most of them there for the landscaping contract. Vanessa sat at the center of the head table with a name plate in front of her flanked by Elaine Foster, the treasurer, a woman in her seventies with reading glasses on a beaded chain, and two other board members who mostly nodded.
When the floor opened for resident concerns, I stood up and said, “I would like to see the document that established association ownership of Brier Lake.” Vanessa smiled at me before she spoke. And I have thought about that smile many times since. She said the association had governed lake usage for as long as Cedar Glenn had existed and that this was not a matter of opinion.
I said I was not asking about usage. I was asking about title and those are different things. She interrupted me twice more in the next four minutes. Each time before I finished a sentence, each time with an apology attached to the interruption so it would land soft. Then she folded her hands and said in front of every person in that room that my failure to understand the rules did not mean the rules failed to exist.
A few people laughed the way people laugh when they are uncomfortable and want to be on the winning side of the room. She was not finished. She explained generously that my property was an older parcel that had been grandfathered into the community when Cedar Glenn was developed and that I benefited every day from amenities and landscaping paid for by other homeowners. She said she hoped I appreciated what the neighborhood had done for a house like mine. The word she leaned on was appreciate.
Sitting there, I felt the whole shape of it. The way she had already decided what kind of man I was and how far that kind of man could push before he got tired. I thought about a dozen things to say. What I actually said was one question, and I made sure my voice was flat when I said it. “Do you have a deed for the lake?”
The room went quiet in a way that told me nobody had ever asked. Vanessa reached into a glossy folder and brought out a color map, the kind they print for prospective buyers, and she held it up for the room to see. Brier Lake was rendered in a smooth, even blue, and printed across the middle of the water in a serif font were the words Cedar Glenn Community Lake.