Wait For Me

Chapter 6 - The Grand Tour

CW: Henroin is an abusive asshole at the end of this chapter.

March 2nd and 3rd, 1930

Anthony spent the better part of two days, when he wasn't busy on missions, thinking about what Alastor and him would do and where they would go. Anthony really wanted the older man's experience to be worthwhile. He did still have a bit of a problem though. Getting out of the house for the afternoon, without his father noticing.

Luckily, once he relayed the information to Molly, obscuring the fact he was meeting a guy of course, she was more than willing to provide him with a distraction.

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The morning before, Anthony told Molly his plans, and she marched herself right down to their Pops' office, and knocked on the door three times.

"Come in," came the gruff voice.

Molly took a breath and put on her most winsome smile. Poking her head into the door, she greeted him. "Buongiorno [Good Morning] Papa! Sleep well?"

Henroin grunted in response. He was seated at his big desk filling out paperwork and reading documents. "Whaddya want pumpkin? Daddy is busy."

Molly came into the room and took a seat on the chair opposite the crime boss. She glanced around the space she rarely went into if she could help it. A large green carpet covered dark hardwood floors. The walls were brown with a few random picture frames scattered throughout. Some of their mother, most of fishing trips and golf tournaments. Filing cabinets lined the walls, and a few bookshelves, although they barely housed any books. Behind her father, was a large brick fireplace that currently had a warm crackling fire happily puttering away. On the mantle of the fireplace sat an urn that she knew carried the ashes of his wife, and a picture of him with their mother, before she passed away. A few other sentiments and knick-knacks were strewn about the room too. There was only one window in the space, and thick curtains partially hung over it, obscuring most of the morning light from coming in. Next to the telephone on his desk was a plain looking lamp, one of the main sources of light available to him at his desk. If the fire wasn't going behind him, the room would've been almost completely dark. "I was wonderin' if we could spend the day togetha' tomorrow," she casually stated.

Henroin quirked a brow. "Sweetie, if ya need somethin' from some store or somethin', ask yer brothers to get it for ya. I've got a lot goin' on."

Molly pouted. It worked on all of the males in her family. "Please Papa? I was hopin' we could go to the zoo tomorrow afternoon!"

Henroin scowled. "The zoo? Christ's name ya wanna go there for?"

The Bronx Zoo was completed at the turn of the century and had just gotten some new animals to add to their collection. "'Cuz, they got some new animals and I wanna go see 'em!"

Henroin rolled his eyes. "I guess one a' yer brothers can go with ya. Bruno is busy. I'll tell Tony to go with ya."

Molly shook her head. "Come on Papa, we never spend anytime togetha anymore!" She let out a few well-placed sniffles and turned on the waterworks. "Ya never have time for me anymore. Yer always workin' away in here."

Needless to say, the acting was worthy of an award.

Henroin sighed. "Fine. But this ain't gonna be an all-day excursion."

Molly dabbed at the "tears" under her eyes with the back of a finger and smiled. "Thank you, Papa. I can't wait!"

Henroin grumbled and then waved her away. "Yeah, yeah. Now go do somethin,' I'm busy."

Molly scurried out of the office, and up to Anthony's room with a giddy smile and told him the good news. He wouldn't have all day, but he would certainly have a good few hours. Molly was determined to drag the day out so her brother could have his alone time with this mystery person.