Two hundred homeowners shouted questions.
Where was the money?
Why had tickets been sold without confirmed access?
Who authenticated the agreement?
Why was the event insurance carrier denying coverage?
Why had the HOA spent $91,000 before ticket sales were complete?
That number made me sit upright.
Ninety-one thousand dollars.
On a corn maze.
Rachel was watching too.
“Did you hear that?”
“Yes.”
Then a resident asked the question I had been waiting for.
“How much money is left in the operating account?”
Trish tried to close the meeting.
People started shouting.
Linda Price stood from the second row.
The room quieted.
She held a folder.
“I want an answer to that too.”
Trish stared at her.
“Linda, sit down.”
“I served as treasurer for four years.”
“You are out of order.”
“There were transfers from the reserve account.”
Bradley leaned toward his microphone.
“This isn’t the appropriate forum for—”
Linda raised her voice.
