The Don’s View from “Honey, I’m Home”
Notes by Logan
Location: Armandasanti Family Grave Site
Time: Just past 1 a.m.
Date: Sometime in the Future
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Rising to his feet in a plume cloud of noxious smoke from the rolled leaves in his hand, he ascended to the fullness of his height. There was a stress to his features. The upcoming topic of discussion being the first true meeting among the minds that would form the group. To say that there was something along the lines of cohesion between them would be, in essence, a bold faced lie.
“Yeah...that was the plan, right? Go home, talk about what had happened and then do somethin’ about our mutual interests. That didn’t happen. Something that would become a problem for us in general was team work. Or rather, understandin’ one another. See, we were doing alright. I got everyone in the car and we were making our way home.”
A shake of his head, an emergency puff of the cigar to remind him of control over his nerves. This, in general, was always a stressful memory. The amount of problems that were caused as a result of a lack of control was more or less a conundrum to Vito. He simply could not understand the purpose of lacking self-discipline.
“You seen, Henry was the type of fella that didn’t really like seein’ people so upset. At least, not in this case with Jinx. Henry tried to get her to calm down after I mentioned his name. But it was already too late. See, Jinx must’ve been runnin’ high on stress or fear that night. When Henry revealed himself to the new two, Jinx damn near lost her mind. Scrambling out of the car and in to the oncoming traffic of the highway.”
Another puff, a roll of his hand as he explained his words to the attending tombstones and halls of dead memories of loved ones long since passed. Not that they seemed to be making any more sense of it than he could when it happened. Still the attempt was made no matter how fruitless it might have seemed.
“I stepped out to try and convince her to get back in the limo so we could iron this own. Lucky for me, she dodged the truck that was comin’ and Rose was quick on the draw and snatched her up before she passed by. I did what my Family does best. I have my own magic tricks. Looking in to her eyes, I made sure to leave a lasting impression with her. The intensity, sadly, put her to sleep so we rode the rest of the way in total silence. Each contemplating what happened and why. Of course, this was after I convinced the truck driver who had stopped that it was all just a big misunderstanding.”
A roll of his eyes, mortals were something else when it came to the perceptions of what the immortal did. Easy to mold, their minds were. Easy to command when the time was right. Sometimes, he thought often to himself, the immortal were not so different from the mortal themselves. Even if they would like to be.
“When we made it back home, I informed the house of the going ons and made sure they were ready for whatever could happen. While Rose, Henry and Jinx made themselves comfortable, I had to take a phone call regarding a certain hunt for an individual. It didn’t take long and I could resume talks with the others with a haste. I was, albeit, ready for business but still slightly concerned for what could happen. This was my first true interaction with other members from other families.”
When he closed his eyes, he could see it with perfect clarity like it was a fresh even that had just happened. The descent from the stairs that lead in to the ‘living’ room where the three of them babbled on about daily life. It was a cold reminder to Vito that not every Clan thought so far in advance or with such a large agenda to work out.
“When I arrived I made sure to cut in with what needed to be talked about. It seemed that Jinx wasn’t told a lot about how favors between members of Families went. So there was a bit of a...debate on that subject. Needless to say, eventually it was seen as something unavoidable and there was an agreement that could be made. However, it was not as easy as all that. Jinx and Rose have a very...interesting way of thanking their saviors. From insulting my clan, my home, my name, and my cat to outright threatening my life with death if I interacted in a manner they deemed as negative towards an opposing political faction.”
The remembering of the words was enough to cause a blood to boil but he didn’t cease on that function of telling his story. Even if the moments did cause him some anger.
“Luckily, I’m cut from a different cloth and do not rise to such emotions easily. When it was all said and done, I allowed them to pick their rooms and rest for the evening. So generous am I, I offered to get Rose a mode of transportation the next night. Of course, this is not without saying that we need to have another talk before we set out for the night again. Although it seemed I had the perfect chance. When I awoke the next night, Mr. Smith-Walter had a dossier for me and that meant the time to act was quick. Henry though...had to leave. Which would become the focus point for some bad business…”