I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 6

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Tuesday, January 4th, 1921
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With much of the night still to waste, and with a need to talk to an old friend, it was no surprise that Alastor that evening around eleven-thirty found himself outside a house rather close to where he'd left Anthony.

Rosie lived alone with her singular daughter in a rather large home in the center of the French Quarter. From an affluent, conservative family, once her parents passed, all their inheritance was left to her, her daughter, and her late husband. She and Alastor had been friends for many years, much of his life to be precise- Rosie's daughter having grown up with Alastor due to their similar age.

It was late, Alastor was aware, however, he knew that Rosie would not be sleeping; but he still had to be quiet, not wanting to wake her daughter.
Straightening up his tie as he walked up to the front door, Alastor quietly knocked three times and then stood back, arms behind his back as he waited for the door to open.

It was rare that Rosie would get more than four hours of sleep a night, so she would usually think about sleeping around one in the morning. Of course, if Alastor happened to turn up, she would always be up for his little visits.
She was a light sleeper, so the faintest of sounds had the potential of waking her up.

It was a few moments before the door was unlocked and opened, Rosie on the other side in her eveningwear and robe, long, dark hair braided and draped over her shoulder.

"Good evening, Alastor. What brings you here this beautiful time of night?"
She asked with a smile and a slight tilt of her head.

Alastor knew that Rosie was usually up for their occasional nightly visits and outings together, and he had no worries about her being asleep at this hour either.

As the door opened, Alastor smiled back at his friend who stood before him.
"Why Rosie, I thought I'd trouble you to see if perhaps you'd be up for a walk."
He explained simply with a nod.
"It's nothing to get too dressed up over, I simply would like to talk and it's an awfully beautiful night tonight as you said."

Rosie's smile grew as she stepped out of her house and closed the door behind her. She wasn't one to care about what others thought of her, especially when it was late at night.

"I'd be more than happy to accompany you."
She replied.

Rosie knew that Alastor had quite a bit on his plate and liked to help him as much as she could, even if it was just by listening to whatever he had on his mind. She definitely wasn't the kind to judge and saw Alastor as an equal despite their age difference, having gotten into quite a few shenanigans together since he was just a boy.

Rosie would take care of Alastor when his mother had to work and she couldn't find anyone else to do it. She was well aware that Alastor's mother didn't like her, and frankly, Rosie didn't like her much either; but she knew that Alastor loved his mother, and rightfully so. Amélie was a very hard worker and things for her were far from easy.

Walking closer to the street, Rosie looked to Alastor.
"What's on your mind this evening?"
She asked.

Alastor knew all too well that Rosie was not one to judge or care if others judged her. She was a strong-minded woman who also saw the importance of smiling- something that Alastor had learned to appreciate over the years.
Holding out his arm for the older woman, Alastor turned to her. She may have been in her evening wear, however, the streets were quieter now. And Alastor didn't plan to take them walking too far.

"Well, it's quite funny actually."
He began, the two of them slowly strolling.
"You know the man I mentioned. Anthony? He's awfully strange and I can't quite put my finger on why."