I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 32

~Blood, abuse~
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Wednesday, March 30th, 1921
New York City
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That morning, bright and early as expected, the Ragnatela family left for St John's cemetery so they could spend most of the day with their dearly departed wife and mother.
Like every year prior, they all brought their own bouquet of flowers to place on Flavia's headstone.
For Henry, a dozen white roses. Giovanni, white irises. Anthony, white lilies. And Molly, white orchids.

They all sat in front of the headstone for five and a half hours, all shedding a single tear at the very least while Henry spoke as if his wife were there with them; telling her about the painting Molly supposedly painted in her honor and how proud she would have been of each of her children, telling her about everything they had all accomplished in the previous year since their last family visit.

Members of ally families even showed up to pay their respects as well, leaving their own bouquets and giving Henry a solemn pat on the back before silently taking their leave.
It was painful for everyone to witness Henry in such a state.

Molly had been quiet much of the morning that they had visited her grave. Part of her was sad, of course, however, there was another part of her that was anxious for the events that were ahead. She was supposed to be going to Nancy's home that evening, and she was nervous about it.

Upon making it home in the afternoon, Henry did as he always did and went to the forbidden room to once again sit at the harp, Giovanni went up to his room, leaving Anthony and Molly to their own devices and to come up with a plan of action for that evening.

"It's still pretty early."
Molly spoke softly to Anthony as she put her coat away in the coatroom, knowing that Giovanni and their father weren't around now.
"We gotta come up with a plan for tonight."

Anthony gave a nod, hands in his pockets.
"I could tell pops that you're real upset and tell him I'm takin' ya out for a drive? Gio's probably gunna be up in his room and outta the way, so he won't be able to object or say he'd be the one t' take ya."
He suggested.
It really did seem like the only reasonable idea he seemed to be able to come up with at the moment.

Molly nodded at that, knowing that with everything that had happened today, she had every right to seem upset.
"Yeah, I think that will work. Good thinkin'."
They still had a few hours before she was to be at Nancy's, however both her and Anthony figured that if they went out before, it would make things slightly easier too.

He nodded and smiled a bit, hoping that things wouldn't change within the time that things were supposed to happen.
"Y' hungry? I feel like the other two ain't gunna think about food 'till t'morrow, so it's probably gunna be the two of us."
Anthony said softly as they walked past the music room and towards the kitchen.

Thinking about food only made Molly realize how hungry she was, feeling her mouth start watering at the thought. She hadn't eaten much breakfast that morning, the nerves having set in even by then.
"Starvin'."
She nodded, following her brother into the kitchen.

When it got closer to six-thirty, the twins made their way down, Molly putting on the waterworks to make their story more believable.

"Hey, pops?"
Anthony called quietly, the painting he'd done still sitting within Henry's line of sight. He hadn't hung it up yet probably so he could continue looking at it while he sulked.

"What is it, Antonio."
The man slowly grumbled, head still down.

Molly made sure that her quiet sniffs of sorrow could be heard from where she stood behind the door. As her father spoke to Anthony, Molly was there with her bag and coat all ready to go, fake yet believable tears rolling down her cheeks.