A Two Thousand Dollar Nebraska Land Purchase Leads to a Federal Fraud Case
She did not look offended. She set the basket down on the flat top of an old oil drum, then smoothed her sweater. “We had a very long talk last night, Chadwick and I. We realized that our introduction to this neighborhood was handled poorly. It is easy for things to get lost in translation when you are used to the pace of the city.”
“The letters you sent were not lost in translation,” I said. “They were clear enough.”
“Legal boilerplate,” she said, waving a hand as if she were brushing away a fly. “Our regional association uses a standardized management protocol. It is automated, Arthur. A computer system generates those notice forms whenever a property deed in the registry triggers a boundary flag.”
“My deed is agricultural,” I said. “It has been agricultural since nineteen sixty-seven.”
She checked her watch, her eyes lingering on the face for a second before she looked back at me. “The registry is more complicated than it looks from the outside. But we do not want to spend our first year in Nebraska sitting in depositions. We want to be good neighbors, Arthur, if you will let us.”
