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When my father died, he left me his old house. My younger brother had already been living there for nearly four years, though, and I never made an issue of it. He had lost his job, had two kids to support, and needed a place to live. After Dad's funeral, my brother asked whether he could stay until he found somewhere else. I told him that was fine and that he didn't need to rush. I kept paying the property taxes and took care of repairs when they came up. He paid for the electricity and water and handled the usual day-to-day upkeep. For a while, everything worked out. Then I decided to renovate the house and eventually rent it out. As soon as I brought that up, my brother grew uneasy. “I thought Dad wanted me to have this place,” he said. I explained that Dad had left the house to me, but that I had never tried to force him out. He said our father had promised him something else. I didn't want the conversation to turn into a fight, so I suggested that we go through Dad's papers together....