"It's the HOA's pool now," she said quietly. "You don't get to say no."
Then she turned toward a man in a polo shirt.
"Tom, honey, can you walk this gentleman back to the street? He's the homeowner who's been blocking community access."
I looked past Linda.
An orange notice was taped to my front door.
I walked closer.
THIS RESIDENCE'S POOL IS HEREBY DESIGNATED A COMMUNITY AMENITY PER HOA SECTION 4.2.
I read it twice.
There was only one problem.
There was no Section 4.2.
There had never been a Section 4.2.
I had read every page of the Pinewood Estates bylaws before buying this house.
Linda had just invented a law.