“I paid thirty-eight dollars for the historical survey search.”

“What did the clerk pull from the archivist’s filing cabinet?” I asked.

“Township records don’t lie, even when new neighbors do,” Nora said.

She took a folded sheet of yellowed paper out of the manila folder and laid it across her knees.

“Three months before he moved in, Harry Caldwell applied for a town permit to push his driveway extension four feet into your lot,” she said.

“What did the planning board decide?” I asked.