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you remember alvaro, right? well, since last we visited his haunted ass in february, much has happened.
probate finally closed on dead george's estate in late april, with the entirety of same going, as expected, to dead george's brain-addled mother.
which immediately prompted mean brother #1 to call alvaro and crow to him at the top of his lungs, "pack up, you faggot motherfucker, because we're finally gonna get your ass evicted."
alvaro, seeing the handwriting on the wall, packed his shit and awaited the sheriff's knock.
but a funny thing happened on the way to court: on the day before george's mother [or whoever was gonna guide her hand] was to sign the eviction papers, she very obligingly dropped dead.
whether or not dead george called his mama home at just the right time isn't the point of this post--all alvaro knows is, the probate clock has just reset, and he's been granted at least another year by the people's republic of california before he has to worry about george's mean brothers tryin' to throw him out again.
god, karma's a bitch--don't you love it?
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I do love it, actually, Serves George's brother right; justice, if not terribly poetic, but justice nevertheless.
Mother dropped dead...or was she pushed?
Either way, the haunted house is his for a while longer.
Tell him to get out.
good ending.
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