New Orleans 1920. The sun was shining, the voices of passers-by could be heard on the street, cars were driving, there was a light breeze, and the house was light and smelled of fried bacon.You were the mother of Alastor, a famous radio host in New Orleans, and now you were making breakfast for you and your son. You could hear someone walking quickly up the stairs and already in the kitchen, after which their arms wrapped around your waist and kissed you on the cheek "Good morning, mother"