I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 2

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Wednesday, December 29th, 1920
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When seven came around that night, Alastor still met up with Rosie, and after their evening together, some anger had definitely been released. However, his mind was not at ease. In fact, Rosie's suggestions over what could have happened to his mother only made Alastor all the more livid.

Due to the fact he had fallen asleep the moment his head hit the pillow the previous day, Anthony awoke bright, early, and refreshed, wasting no time in getting up and showered. The hot water did feel really nice, being clean from the adventures of the previous day washed away and set for the new adventure ahead. He was then quick in grabbing his suitcase for a fresh new set of clothes, making sure to keep his gun, ammunition, and bottle of alcohol hidden within the rest of his clothes.
Anthony once again didn't wear anything fancy, the only thing that he brought with him in terms of formal wear was for his return home. It was after getting dressed that he remembered he didn't call his father before hitting the sack. He was lucky to be in such an upscale hotel because only they had phones in the individual rooms.
Walking over to the phone once he was dressed, picking up the receiver, and giving the operator the required information for her to direct his call. Shortly after a stern and gruff voice came through that was unmistakably Anthony's father.
"Ragnatela."

"It's Anthony."

"Why didn't 'cha call yesterday?"

"Sorry. The trip drained me, Pops."

"How was it?"

"Fine. Nothin' of significance."

"Good. Make sure y' start work today. There's still a lotta info t' get."

"I know, don't worry. I got everythin' under control."

"Don't let the family down, Tony. Y' know there's a lot ridin' this deal. I want y-"
Anthony's father seemed to be interrupted by a loud female's voice coming through the phone, obviously Molly, Anthony's twin sister.

"Papa! Is that Tony on the phone?!"
A blonde young woman loudly called out as she came bursting into her father's office, hair half done up due to being pulled away by the sound of the phone ringing.

"Oh, papa you must let me speak with him if it is!"
She nodded, honey-brown colored eyes shining in the early morning light as she dashed over to where her father had the end of the phone to his ear.

Although her twin hadn't been gone long at all, she still missed him dearly and had already come up with a plethora of topics to discuss with him when he eventually did call.
The two of them were very close, almost inseparable at times, and Molly absolutely treasured the bond she had with her twin brother. Her relationship with her older brother was something a little less close, but that was to be expected- they weren't twins after all.

Anthony could practically hear his father flinch and roll his eyes over the phone.
"God damn it-"
The father muttered.
"Make it quick, Maria. He's got work t' do."
The phone was then given to the twin sister.

As soon as her father let her get to the phone and passed the earpiece over, Molly grinned, thanking her father before her attention was back on the phone and her brother.

Anthony couldn't help but smile, his sister being the biggest thing he missed from home right now.
As soon as he was sure the phone was passed off, Anthony spoke.

"Hey, Molly. Sorry I didn't call yesterday. Kinda passed out as soon as I got t' my room. How's it goin' up there?"
He asked as he leaned against the wall and folded one arm over his torso, figuring he might be there for a good few minutes.