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This chapter is in Mrs. Lovett's POV... as you can see from the chapter title...

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I smiled as I ruffled Thistle's hair. "When Mista Todd comes back down with a towel, you can get washed up," I told her with a sympathetic look. "You need it."

She nodded slowly, her ice blue eyes looking up at me, full of love…. an innocence…

What monster could abandon a child like this?

"Do you have a mum?" I asked her quietly.

She looked down. "Once I did." she whispered.

I winced. Poor dear.

"A mum and a dad," she continued. "A brother, too. Younger than me. We were a happy family."

She looked at her grimy fingernails.

"But then, people came… and took them away. I don't know why, they just did. They took me. And my brother. My baby brother…"

She has had a horrible life…. well, I guess I can be her mum now. And Toby could be her brother. Maybe she would feel safe again, and happy…

I opened my mouth to say something, but was cut off by Sweeney shoving a towel in my arms.

I looked up at him.

"Thank you!" I said cheerily, not showing my sadness for the small girl.

He grunted. It wasn't one of his talkative days. Then again, it rarely was. It was an accomplishment to get a whole paragraph out of him.

Unless he was talking about his damned Lucy…

Beautiful, virtuous Lucy.

"Mrs. Lovett?"

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Thistle's small voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear, I'll show you the bath while I grab some clean clothes for ya!"

She nodded as she followed me up the stairs.

Toby was serving customers as I hastily rolled out dough. Business was flourishing these days, it was good that we had an extra body to help us out although Thistle wasn't doing anything yet. I wanted to give her some time to settle in. It was only that morning that she was starving on the streets, and she still would be if I hadn't taken her in the shop. I didn't mind, I had always loved children and wished for one of my own…

But with Sweeney the way he is…

Thistle was staring at me as I filled my pies with meat and slid a batch into the oven. "Mrs. Lovett, who is the man upstairs? " she asked me.

I looked up at her from my work. I should've told her before. She was probably curious. "Oh, that's Sweeney Todd."

"Are you… married?"

I stopped rolling dough with a glance at her. "O-of course not! He's just…. an old friend…" I stuttered and focused on my work.

She smiled at me. "I just thought, because, you always look at him-"

"No I don't!" I lied quickly. This girl was very observant.

She grinned bigger. "and I was thinking that Toby was your son. And then you had a daughter named Lucy, that is gone? Because I always hear Mr. Todd whisper about Lucy."

I looked at her quizzically. She figured out all this in a few hours? She was observant.

"No, Toby's not my son. Technically, although I think of him as one. He was like you, but working for a cruel man. I took him in also."

"Then who's Lucy?"

"Oh…" I sighed. "Mr. T's wife… she died about a year ago."

She smiled even bigger.

"You're jealous, aren't you!"

I dropped my rolling pin. "What? NO!" I screamed.

Or was I?

She really had opened up…

She smirked, "Well, okay then. Can you teach me how to make pies? It looks fun."


Yes... I am sorry I didn't upload sooner. I wanted to, just had no time.

I'm also sorry Mrs. Lovett's dialect isn't all accent-y.
Just imagine it, please. You all know how she talks. XD

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