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UNAPPROVED LANDSCAPE DISTURBANCE VISIBLE FROM COMMUNITY BOUNDARY.
Raymond called Martin.
“You getting these?”
“All of them.”
“What do I do?”
“Nothing.”
“That sounds expensive.”
“Not for you.”
Martin paused.
“Start a folder.”
“Already did.”
“Photos too.”
“I’ve got pictures of the pipe.”
“Good.”
“Take pictures of the notices where they were posted.”
“Done.”
There was silence.
Martin asked:
“Raymond.”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t throw any letters away.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
“And don’t get into an argument online.”
“I don’t use the neighborhood page.”
“Excellent.”
Raymond did not.
Donna did.
By Wednesday evening, a post appeared on the Cedar Ridge community page.
Residents may have noticed ongoing excavation activity near our western boundary.
The HOA is currently addressing an unauthorized utility disruption involving a neighboring landowner.
The work may affect community water security.
The responsible party has been informed of association requirements but has so far declined to comply.
Please direct concerns to the HOA board.
Raymond’s name was absent.
Everyone knew who she meant.
Comments began.
Is this why my shower pressure seemed low yesterday?
That was unrelated.
Cedar Ridge used municipal service.
Another person wrote:
Can somebody really just shut off water to the neighborhood?
Nobody had.
Someone asked:
Does the ranch own the backup line?
Donna replied:
The situation is under legal review.
It was not.
A resident named Carol Bennett wrote:
Has the ranch always been there?
Thomas Garrett saw that question and replied:
Long before Cedar Ridge.
Then nothing else.
Raymond’s daughter Emily called at 8:15 that night.
She lived two counties away.
“Dad.”
“Hello.”
“What are you doing?”
“Eating.”
“Are you fighting an HOA?”
“No.”
“It looks like you’re fighting an HOA.”
“They’re fighting themselves.”
Emily sighed.
She was forty and had inherited none of her father’s ability to ignore public drama.
“I saw the posts.”
“Why are you on their page?”
“Carol sent them to me.”
“Who’s Carol?”
“I don’t know.”
Raymond smiled.
“That’s useful.”
“Dad, people are saying you shut off their water.”
“I did not.”
“I know.”
“Do they?”
“Eventually.”
Emily became quiet.
“Should I come down?”
“No.”
“What if they try something?”
“They can mail me another letter.”
“That isn’t what I mean.”
Raymond leaned back.
“Emily.”
“I’ve got the deed.”
“Well permit.”
Plat.”
“Agreement.”
“Martin has copies.”
“There’s not much to fight.”
She sighed.
“You always say that before somebody makes something complicated.”
“That’s because people enjoy complicating easy things.”
Thursday morning, Donna began photographing the ranch.
Raymond saw her golf cart near the road at 7:10.
She stood outside the fence using her phone.
The trench.
Backhoe.