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Spoiler: Songs are in bold italics; cliffie at the end, don't hate me!
Ch. 2
While cooking her pies, Toby came into kitchen and pulled on her arm, demanding attention.
"What is it, Love?"
"Who's Lucy, Mum?"
Mrs. Lovett's widened.
"Where did ye 'ear that name, Dearie?"
"I 'eard you talkin' to Mr. T 'bout 'er. 'Bout 'ow she's gone, and all."
"She was a silly little nit, s'what she was. Now, don't ye go repeatin' that to Mr. T. Why e'd have my head if he 'eard that."
"Sure, Mum!"
Mrs. Lovett continued making the pies while Toby served the customers. But she was doing it with a frown because her day had been soiled to do having said that wretched woman's name again.
Bloody Lucy. Bloody weak girl, she was.
"There was a baker and her friend. Though he was wonderful. A silly baker and her friend. And he was blind. He never read her mind. How she loved him. And then he went away but came back one day. Her hope was born again but soon came to an end. When he men-tioned… her name." She sang sadly.
At that moment, Mr. T was upstairs thinking of how he was going to avoid Mrs. Lovett. He could stay up all day but then she would get worried, the concerned little thing she was, and come up to check on him, therefore ruining the whole avoidance plan.
Soon enough, though, he realized that, once again, his thoughts were concerning her and not the task at hand. He looked at the picture of his wife and Johanna and the need for vengeance quickly returned. He didn't care about Mrs. Lovett. So he did not have to avoid her because there was no way that she would be of higher importance than avenging his poor Lucy's death.
He was starting to get hungry and decided to go down.
Once he reached the bottom of the steps, the beggar woman accidentally bumped into him, causing him to nearly fall over.
"Watch where you're going!" he bellowed.
"Sorry, Sir. Jus' lookin' for some spare change. Anythin' to give to a poor lady like me?"
He looked at her hair, flowing in the wind just barely seen under her bonnet. It was yellow. It was yellow like… Lucy's. He needed to get away.
"Go. Don't come back to this street again." He said, pushing her aside as she walked away from him.
Then, he heard a clanking noise on the ground and looked down to see a golden ring. Thinking Mrs. Lovett, damn her for being in his thoughts again, might like to sell it, he picked it up and looked at it closely. There, inscribed in fancy letters, was L.B. that stood for… Lucy Barker. Taken aback, he ran to the beggar woman and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her violently.
"What are ye doin', sir? Ye 'ave to pay for that, don't ye know!"
"Where did you get this ring?"
"I've always 'ad it."
"It was my wife's… how did you get it?"
"I don't remember. Now let me go, unless ye plan on payin'."
Frustrated, he let her go and went to Mrs. Lovett's shop.
"'Ello, Mr. T. Come to have somethin' to eat, eh?"
He threw the ring onto the counter and she eyed it excitedly. By gosh, he's goin' to propose!
"What's this now, Mr. T? Isn't it too soon?"
"Too soon for what?" he asked, coldly.
"Oh… never mind. What is that, then?"
"It's her ring, Mrs. Lovett."
"'Er ring? Who's ring?"
"Lucy's."
