I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 18

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Monday, February 7th, 1921
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Early morning the day before Mardi Gras of 1921. Alastor had just hopped off the streetcar and was walking through the French Quarter to the butcher's store. Any advances that had been made in regards to Batallier recently were nothing notable, and for now, he and Anthony were simply waiting. As tedious as that was.

Anthony was in his hotel room, getting ready to go out for his daily visit to the butcher shop just after a shower when his phone began to ring.
Walking over to the phone, he sighed and wiped his face with the towel that hung over his shoulders.

"Ciao, Tony."
He stated into the receiver.

"Angel, your letter came in. Tomorrow. Get the documents after and the newspaper that covers the story; bring it all home as confirmation. Get your train ticket home for the tenth and you'll be home on the eleventh. Make sure you call with the times so you can be picked up and brought home."
The voice of Anthony's father came through and then hung up abruptly, leaving the blonde there to scramble for his notebook and a pen, quickly writing down all of the information before hanging up as well.

Anthony looked over his notes and began jogging on the spot excitedly. The timing couldn't have been more perfect.
He then stuffed everything he needed into his pants pockets, threw on his shirt and shoes, and ran out of his hotel room before having the chance to properly button and tuck his shirt in or properly style his still-damp hair.
Locking the door behind him, Anthony ran out to the street and all the way to the butcher shop, seeing Alastor just making there by the looks of it.
His smile grew wide as he sped up.

"Smiles!"
He called out, waving his hand frantically to get his attention.
"Sorrisi! Ho ricevuto la chiamata da mio padre!"
He said excitedly with bright shining eyes as he skidded to a stop just in front of the taller man, jumping up and down. It was clear he was too caught up to process languages.

Alastor had only just gotten to the front entrance of the store and was unlocking the door when he heard Anthony calling for him loud and clear.

Pausing, Alastor glanced over his shoulder, immediately raising a brow at the sudden string of Italian that was thrown his way, of course not understanding a word and being even more confused by the way the blonde was jumping up and down.
"Do you mind repeating that?"
He asked with a chuckle, turning back around again so he could unlock the door properly and let the both of them in.

"I just got the call!"
He repeated, this time in English. His eyes fixed on the man to see his reaction, hoping he would be as equally as excited.

Locking the door behind Anthony, since the shop wasn't officially open for another hour or so, Alastor took his hat off and crossed his arms as he waited for whatever it was Anthony was so excited to say.

"Tomorrow."
He quickly added as he stopped himself from moving so much. He was starting to run out of breath and he felt as if he might pass out from how happy and excited he was, not to mention he didn't want to knock anything over inside.

When he finally spat it out, Alastor couldn't contain his eye wrinkling smile, a small chuckle leaning his lips at the news. That small chuckle slowly turned into something a little louder, however before it could progress, he stopped himself.
"Hah, why, that's excellent news! Tomorrow it is."

"We gotta come up with a plan. We know he's gunna be out drinkin' t'morrow for the celebration. Now, I dunno what it's usually like durin' everythin' around here so I dunno how far outta the way we're gunna have t' get 'im."
Anthony started rambling, taking this time to fix the buttons of his shirt and tuck it into his pants properly.