I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 34

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Tuesday, July 12, 1921
New York City
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Now July, Anthony had gone the last three months without hearing anything from Alastor. It was a little disheartening and it was getting harder for him to keep his spirits up.
His recovery was rather slow as the concussion took him a week to return to the usual routine; with limits, of course. His hand took its sweet time, still in the process. He was struggling to close his hand into a fist and it was constantly shaking. Some days it was subtler and others it was more violent and obvious.

As time continued on, it became more and more clear that the letters were the only thing truly holding Anthony together. He found himself often rereading the two previous letters late at night. He would have done more painting and sketching to pass the time, but he still wasn't able to use his hand, so even if he had received any letters, he wouldn't be able to write back.

Now it was late at night, Giovanni was told to take Anthony out to see if he would be able to shoot a gun yet for a hit.
Henry still seemed unfazed by the trauma he'd caused his youngest son, having no remorse whatsoever and seemingly back to his usual self now that it had been a few months for him to recover from the anniversary.

"Think y' could light a gasper for me?"
Anthony spoke as he and his brother stood in an alleyway, waiting for their target to come through.

Giovanni was a little shocked as his brother used his voice. He had been extremely quiet since the incident, using small hand gestures and head movements to communicate.
Reaching into his pocket, the eldest brother handed a cigarette off and pulled out his lighter, lighting it once it was between his brother's teeth.

"Listen, kid, if y' ain't ready for this, just say so and I'll tell dad myself."
He finally spoke.
"I know y' can't even hold a pen so I d-"

"I'm fine. I got nothin' else t' do with my life and I need t' get back out here eventually."
Anthony replied, keeping his eyes on the ground as he took a drag.

"Anthony. Y' can't even hold a pen. How do you expect t' hold a gun?"

"I'll figure it out, Gio. Get offa my ass."

There was silence between them now as the city noise continued on around them.
Giovanni reached into his holster that was hidden under his suit jacket and held it out to his younger brother.
"Don't take the lock off, but aim it at somethin'."

Anthony looked at the gun for a moment. It had been a while since he'd held one and he knew that this was a test to see if his hand could handle it.
Taking it with a sigh, he did his best to hold it as he normally would have before his hand got crushed. As he held the grip and put his index finger beside the trigger, it hurt just from how heavy it was and to have his hand in such a position, thus causing his hand to shake.
Gritting his teeth, he held the bottom of the grip with his left hand in hopes of steadying himself but even that didn't work.

Giovanni sighed upon seeing that Anthony was still very unstable and still not fully recovered to no one's surprise.
He held his hand out to receive the gun again, Anthony disappointedly complying in giving it back.

"Y' ain't ready. I'll take this one. You gotta work on that a little more b'fore y' can handle bein' heeled again."

Anthony sighed and looked down at his hand that was still shaking away. This was frustrating because he craved this control in his life again. He needed to feel like he had control over something. Anything. Even if it was just being able to write.

"Just go back t' the machine and wait for me. I'll make sure dad knows y' can't work yet."
Giovanni said as he put his gun back and handed the key over.