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Friday, February 11, 1921
New Orleans
┗ ━━┅━━━┅━━ ┛The evening after Anthony's leave came around quicker than Alastor would have liked; mainly because his mother was due back any moment now, and he had decided to take this as an opportunity to properly apologize for his dismissive actions towards his mother the night prior.
The man sat in the armchair in the lounge, his arms outstretched with a cigarette resting between his fingers as he watched the ticking clock upon the wall. Any moment now.
"Mother... I apologize for my behavior. It was immature, unnecessary, and quite frankly very rude of me to be ignoring you in such a way."
He muttered under his breath, trying to think of what to say. His mother didn't usually accept any physical apologies, so while it would have been nice to get her a gift as an apology, words spoke louder than actions in her mind.Amélie was along near six o'clock that evening, a tired sigh leaving her lips as she took her shoes off outside and brought them in as well as Alastor's, leaving them by the door.
Setting her things down as well, she brushed the loose strands of hair out of her face and made her way towards the stairs. Before she could get far though, she noticed Alastor sitting in the lounge."Oh, there you are. I thought you would be upstairs."
She said as she stopped and smoothed out the skirt of her uniform.
"Are you ready to discuss or are you in need of some more time?"
The woman asked, figuring he was probably upset that his friend was about to leave the night before and was now possibly missing Anthony, so his mind wasn't in the right place to be discussing his actions.Alastor immediately sat up as he heard his mother stepping into the house and just passing the living room before stopping.
"I hope your day at work was pleasant. And yes, we may discuss now, I have a few things to say."Alastor didn't need to give himself any more time, otherwise, he feared he might never get around to speaking about this with his mother. It still somewhat pained his heart whenever he thought back to that night with Anthony they shared, but of course, his mother was never going to know the specifics. His explanation was going to be vague, but hopefully enough.
Nodding, the woman entered the lounge and sat down across from her son. Giving him another nod, Amélie took a breath and cleared her throat.
"Right, well, I suppose I will let you have the floor considering you've got things on your mind already."
She gestured for him to go ahead with whatever it was he wanted to say. She was far too tired from her shift to truly know where to start herself, so she appreciated that Alastor was already on board with this.Nodding once, Alastor took a breath before beginning what he had planned.
"Right, well first I wanted to apologize to you for what happened yesterday evening. The things I said- or rather didn't say, it was childish and immature of me and I am sorry."
He knew it wouldn't be long before his mother started asking questions, but that was okay too. Alastor had thought long and hard about what he was to say."I appreciate the apology. After deliberating today while at work, I figured it was down to your friend leaving this morning that had you rather agitated."
She replied."Yes, it seems Anthony's leave had me quite distracted as I was trying to write the letter to him. And I apologize once again if you felt I was ignoring you."
Alastor explained, slowly nodding."I must apologize as well though. I shouldn't have intruded nor pushed as far as I had in comparing you to a disgrace. That was wrong of me. You are nothing like your father and I am extremely grateful for that."
She gave a small smile, pausing before continuing to the topic she was so eager about.
"Now, I know I said I would really like grandchildren, but not at the expense of a young woman's reputation. I don't need to know a name nor any details. All I would like is to know for certain that the chance is either zero or very very low; and if it turns out this woman could be or is with child, we will have a further discussion later. It is still far too early to know anything."
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