I printed everything. I put it in a manila folder. I didn’t tell a soul but Irene.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“Nothing yet,” I said. “It’s going to snow.”
Grant Raises the Stakes
My appeal went in the first week of December. Grant answered it in a letter on HOA stationery, which he paid for out of HOA money.
My hearing would be at the annual meeting in January. In the meantime, the fines would continue to accrue, because the violation had been “ongoing” until the date of removal. I owed eleven hundred dollars. If it wasn’t paid in thirty days, the board would “consider placing a lien on the property.”
At the bottom, in his own handwriting, he’d added a note.
“Loretta, I know this has been a hard year. Have you thought about whether a smaller place might suit you better? Happy to recommend a realtor. G.”
