His pretty little ward

a/n: beggar woman Lucy / Johanna. One-shot. Very short. A Poem. The scene where

Lucy talks to Anthony. Italic parts are Lucy's thoughts

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"That's Johanna, His pretty little ward He keeps her snuggled he does." Lucy spoke, Looking up at the young sailor. Then she gazed up to the empty window, Where Johanna once sat. "Johanna, My beautiful baby girl." After all these years of standing on the corner, Staring at her trying to figure out what she was to her. The memory came back, The poison slowly wearied off. She was Johanna, Her daughter. That why her hair was so long, Golden and beautiful. It was once her hair. But there was another memory she was trying to repressed. But this one was about a man.

"But don't go trespassing there, It a good whipping for ya." She said to the young sailor. Who the whole time didn't once look at her, But at the window. Lucy put her dirty hand onto his chest and smiled, " What a handsome young man, I hope Johanna likes him back. He be a good son-in-law." " But another young man with mischief on his mind." Lucy whispered to him. He looked down at her and gave her a disturbing look. Lucy smiled at him. That walked away. "Johanna I hope we met again one day."