Unfortunately slippers-in-the-snow lady died a drug related death on her couch. There had only been one remaining guy living there and he couldn't pay the rent without slippers lady's share. May she rest in peace.
Although I frequently blog in jest about my neighbor's shenanigans this one had a sad ending.
I await the arrival of our next neighbor with a definite weariness. I have been both mortified and downright amused by the range of characters to inhabit my neighborhood.
I see the 90-year old landlords, Ethel and George, have returned from the Florida sun to once again ignore their crappy tenants in their slum lordishy [sic] way. They have been cleaning up duplex #3 ever since the drama went down, they appear every so often to repaint or remove mold or whatever they have to do to get these duplexes filled with more tenants.
A bit of history, last summer my DH and I walked over to Ethel and George's summer residence in duplex #6 to let them know that we had seen a major fight go down outside of duplex #2 while I had been nursing my 8 week old at 3am. I had witnessed a group of people fighting a guy, push him down and kick him in the head. It was actually pretty horrible and after a frantic call to the police they dispersed rapidly and that was pretty much the end of it. I wanted to let Ethel and George know about this, I was certain they would be concerned. My DH and I told Ethel and she just stared at us blankly, completely unconcerned, and told us that she didn't observe this herself. Point taken.
