“Maybe,” I said. “But you will need another licensed surveyor to prove that.”
She stared at the post holes.
Then she managed to say something that still makes me shake my head.
“Well, it needed replacing anyway.”
That was the moment I understood this was not really about a fence.
It was about a person who believed her judgment could substitute for my permission.
I asked her to stop construction along that side until the issue was sorted out.
She laughed.
“You can’t tell me how to run my renovation.”
“Maybe not,” I said. “We’ll see.”
That evening, I called the city building department.
I did not say Vanessa was evil.
I did not demand punishment.
I explained that an active deck expansion was underway, that a boundary structure had been removed, that a licensed survey now showed the structure had been inside my property, and that I wanted to know whether the site needed to be reviewed for setback compliance.
The woman on the phone became very interested.
She asked questions.
She took notes.
Then she said an inspector might need to verify the site conditions.
Two mornings later, a white city vehicle pulled up in front of Vanessa’s house.
I happened to be working from home.
I also happened to decide my front flower bed needed water at that exact moment.
The inspector spent nearly two hours next door.
He measured the distance between the orange stakes and the deck framing.
He compared the permit drawings to the site.
