I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 38

~Discussion of murder~
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Wednesday, August 1st, 1923
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Those two weeks, as predicted, did go by very fast indeed. With August usually quite a slow month down in New Orleans, the humidity and heat more often than not prompted people to stay indoors.

August first, 1923, around midday, Alastor was starting to feel somewhat nervous. Why? He didn't know. His mother had taken the day off to be able to greet Anthony at the station with him, and they had planned to make their way there within the hour.

"Mama, I must pick up something from the bakery before we walk to the station."
The man called throughout the house. This was the first time in a while that the two of them had a full day off together at the same time.

Amélie was just making her way down the stairs, making sure her hair was in order as they prepared to leave.
She knew exactly what Alastor was planning.
"Has Anthony had beignets the last time he was here?"
She asked.

The pastry in question was undoubtedly the best in New Orleans and it was lucky that the bakery that only had the very best was close to the train station, so they would still be fresh by the time the Italian arrived.
The golden brown flaky pasty topped with confectioners' sugar was an essential part of the city that everyone who visited had to try.

Alastor shook his head, looking down at himself and straightening out his tie.
"No, I don't believe he has, however, I would hate to be the one who gets him addicted to such sweet treats."
Beignets were naturally, a sweet staple around New Orleans, and as soon as he had realized the last time Anthony was here that he hadn't had any, he absolutely made it his mission to get the Italian to try them during his next visit.

"Yes, they are quite something. You seem to be the only one with self-control when it comes to them though."
The woman chuckled as she straightened out her son's collar for him.
"We best be off. He could arrive early for all we know."
She hummed before making her way to the door, stepped out, and put her shoes on.

Nodding, Alastor followed in his mother's lead, stepping out and putting his shoes on too, the heat from the outside hitting him. It was almost one in the afternoon so of course, the heat was going to be at its hottest point around now.

Over the course of his travel, Anthony could hardly sit still. He was naturally going to worry about his sister while he was away but he knew that as long as she kept to her word by staying in the house and evading the men their father chose for her, she would be just fine. It was only going to be two weeks.

He was overly excited to know that this was actually happening. Of course, he did his best to get at least a little bit of rest before he arrived so that when he got off of the train, he wouldn't need to go right to the hotel and rest; and much as he'd done previously, he made sure to change into more suitable and less formal clothing, as he knew it would be a lot hotter there than in New York.
Alastor's reply stated that he would be able to take the two weeks off, but Anthony wasn't sure when that was going to be in effect. With that in mind, he set a plan in place that if he didn't see the man at the station, he would go to the shop he knew he still worked at.

As the city came into view, Anthony sat up in his seat, his eyes lighting up and a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. He was nervous but he was ultimately so happy to be back.

As the train pulled into the station, his breath got caught in his throat as he stood from his seat, grabbing his suitcase. Taking a look out onto the platform just to his right, he looked out at all of the waiting people to see if he could spot the man he'd come so far for before making his way to the exit and out into the overwhelming warmth of New Orleans.