I Am Not the Ghost You Are to Me // Mrs Pettigrew & Antony Alesi
Antony was two now. Getting bigger with every day. Asking questions in his quiet, firm voice. Experimenting with everything around him. Just generally being a nuisance. He was visiting his grandmother, Mrs Pettigrew. Not his biological grandmother, of course. Neither of his parents had an involved mother, so Mrs Pettigrew was given the role of loving Antony. A role she had never seemed averse to.
Cyprien, for the first time, was leaving him here alone, only because Septima had asked him home unexpectedly. Thoughts immediately flashing to Charity, their newborn, or their twins, in school at present, he had left Antony to remain with his "Gramma" until the conflict was solved.
Antony, of course, was thrilled with this plan, and he smiled up at Mrs Pettigrew from her lap. Any time with Gramma was good time, let alone a chance to be near her without his sisters around. What a treat.
