She scrolled through eight pages of ordinary street repair permits before her cursor landed on an entry dated June twelfth.

“Look who filed this emergency request,” Nora said.

Harry had filed a petition for permission to put up a six-foot concrete retaining wall right along my grass border, claiming my soil was slipping into his driveway.

When Arthur Peterson and the zoning board turned the permit down for lack of engineering proof, Harry filed a second claim accusing the owner of hostility.

“He put my name on an official township complaint log back in June,” I said.