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Every Friday after school, for the last year and a half, Alastor and Angelo would head to the city cemetery. Alastor used to go on his own, Angelo only coming when his mom didn’t need him to help with chores. Since his mother’s passing, he had no reason to go home anymore. They both would pack extra lunches, walking hand in hand to the grave markers. Lilly-Anne LeBlanc side by side with Maria Rose Ragni. Both the boys sat down and pulled out their food. Each laying an extra sandwich down on their own mother’s graves.

Angelo smiled softly. Silently saying his usual prayer. If there was a god, he better take damn good care of his ma. Angelo knew, if the scriptures were true, his mother probably hadn’t gone to heaven, but hoped they would make an exception for her…

Alastor: *regular fucking smile* :)

some fucking person: *dad joke*

Alastor: