LOCATION: De Beauvoir Residence

          Truth be told, it was strange being back home, even after all these years of living away from Catalina Island, nothing else had ever replaced what the island had been to him. George had found that no matter how long he spent in the city, how much he attempted to find a life for himself there to be able to solidly allow him to picture living out his days with L.A. as his main residence, he always felt a distinct sense of homesickness growing in his veins whenever he was gone for long. Of course, he came back every year for Christmas, knowing that he’d never be forgiven if he missed the holiday, but it hadn’t quite settled in that this was a permanent decision. 

         Perhaps it was stranger still that someone who’d been a lifelong friend was now a relative. The discovery made by Jolie’s grandparents one that had come seemingly out of the blue, although he had to admit that it made sense. His father’s side of the family had always been estranged from him, and once his mother had left the man for good, whatever minimal stories he’d heard had dissipated as if they’d never existed in the first place and he hadn’t bothered to find out more about them. But having Jolie as part of his family was perhaps the one good thing that had come out of his relation to the man, even if he’d considered her as practically that long before the ancestry results had come back in. They’d stood by each from the time they were kids, bruised and neglected, through their tragedies and mistakes, and although he often tried to tell himself that they were stronger for it, in Jolie’s case, he suspected it was actually true. 

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