I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 30

Birthday in the server!! (Sorry it's probably not the greatest chapter to celebrate a birthday-)
~Murder somewhere close to the end and mentions of r*pe~
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Monday, March 28th, 1921
New Orleans
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In the weeks in between letters, nothing too eventful had happened in New Orleans on Alastor's side. During the weekdays, he went to work and on the weekends he was either hunting or tending to his growing herbs and garden up the bayou.
His mother had been having more and more time off lately, especially when he was out at work.
While that would have usually made him wonder if something was wrong, his mother being such a workaholic, he understood that if his mother had anything wrong, she would come to him or he would at least sense that something was amiss.

On the morning of March twenty-eighth, Alastor was up early as per usual. He was sat at the breakfast table, his mother up early too for her morning shift at the hospital, the two of them eating the first meal of the day in a comfortable sort of silence. The post still had yet to come, and if Alastor had calculated correctly, then within the next few days, he would be hopefully expecting a letter from Anthony.

Amélie simply wasn't feeling well that morning, seeming to be eating less and less even though she was getting hungrier.
Picking at her food slowly, she stayed silent.
Something was off and she knew it. She had yet to find someone she knew she could trust that would keep her secrets and thus keep her reputation clear.

Standing as he finished his own breakfast, Alastor looked across at his mother, noticing she hadn't eaten very much of her food.
"If you're working this morning, you'll need that."
He pointed out, moving towards the kitchen. Once there, he looked out the window and spotted the unmissable postman.
This particularly got his attention since he hoped that a letter from Anthony was waiting.

Moving back through the dining room toward the hall, as he passed his mother who was still sat at the table, he called out to her.
"Mail's here!"

Amélie looked up and immediately gathered her skirt, dismissing herself from the table and moved to the door with a bit of a smile.
"I hope Anthony liked the ink."
She said to her son as she opened the door and stepped out just as the postman was leaving and onto the next house.

Not bothering with shoes, she made her way to the mailbox that stood just at the end of the short walkway and grabbed the mail that was within the mailbox.
Very few pieces but as expected, Anthony's reply was among them.
Rushing back into the house, she immediately passed the letter off to Alastor with a wide smile.
"Here you are, my dear!"

Alastor kept their door open for his mother as she fetched the mail, his smile only widening all the more at the news that Anthony's letter in fact had arrived.
"Ah, excellent!"
He cheered, taking the mail from Amélie with a nod of his head.
"I shall read this hastily and then will be off to work!"
He grinned, closing the door behind his mother as she made her way back inside.

With a nod, the woman decided to sit back at the table and at least try to finish her breakfast before she was off to work as well.
"Do tell me what it says."
She smiled, her spirits immediately lifted now with an almost restored sense of hope that the day would be a good one.

Immediately moving towards the stairs, having a place in his desk drawer where he kept Anthony's letters, Alastor took a seat at his desk and took out a letter opener from another one of the drawers.
"Right..."
He muttered to himself, neatly opening the letter and taking out the paper that was inside, unfolding it, noting the separate slip of paper that fell from the inside of the folded letter and into his lap.
Upon inspection, it seemed to be the recipe for the pasta dish Anthony had made for them all that time ago now.