If house is ever sold, resolve before closing.
It hadn’t been resolved.
And Mrs. Caldwell had watched the house sell anyway.
What happened next…?
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Part 3:
My first reaction was anger.
My second was to call Jonathan and tell him I wanted the pool removed.
I didn’t.
I waited until Monday.
That weekend gave me enough time to realize I was about to make a property decision while still thinking about Noah standing beside the basketball hoop asking why a stranger refused to believe his father owned his own home.
Those were two different problems.
I didn’t want Mrs. Caldwell’s behavior deciding what happened to the land.
On Monday, Jonathan arranged a meeting at his office.
Mrs. Caldwell arrived with an attorney.
Her name was Patricia Caldwell, I learned formally for the first time.
That felt strange after she had walked into my yard acting as though she knew everything about me.
Jonathan placed the surveys and permit records on the conference table.
Patricia’s attorney reviewed them quietly.
Then he asked her, “Have you seen this survey before?”
She looked at the page.
“Yes.”
That one word changed the meeting.
Her attorney leaned back.
“You told me you first learned of the encroachment Saturday.”
“I didn’t understand what the survey meant.”
Jonathan didn’t challenge her.
He simply placed the letter from Robert Whitmore beside it.
Patricia stared at the table.
Her attorney read the letter.
Then he asked for a private conversation with his client.
Jonathan and I stepped into the hallway.
I didn’t feel triumphant.
Mostly, I felt tired.
When we returned, Patricia was sitting with her hands folded in front of her.
She admitted that Robert had raised the boundary issue years earlier.
Her husband had handled most of it before he died. According to Patricia, they believed they had acquired the strip through an agreement with the Whitmores, but nothing had ever been recorded.
After her husband’s death, Robert refused to sell.
“Why didn’t you deal with it when the house went on the market?” I asked.
She looked at me.
“I hoped it wouldn’t come up.”
There was no good response to that.
Then I asked something unrelated to the survey.
“Did you know I owned the house when you came into my backyard?”
Patricia shifted in her chair.
“I knew someone had bought it.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
Another pause.
“I had seen you before.”