Part II: Later that day, I was sitting in the living room with Albert Lovett. He smiled A crooked smile at me. His teeth were yellow and looked a fright in his mouth. "So," He started, "What was you're name again girl?" "Emily Marie Welsh." I replied.
He was very large and was bald. The only hair he had on him was the mustache on his face. He sat in his chair, as he always did, and ate another one of Mrs. Lovett's meat pies. I could never stand the meat pies. She owned a shop that sold them, which I find odd since there was no selling going on in the shop.
Then, I heard the door open and Lucy was frantically shouting as Johanna cried. "They took him! He's going to be taken to Australia!" She shouted as Mrs. Lovett tried to calm her. I rushed into the kitchen to see what was happening. Lucy looked a fight. Her eyes were tear stained and her hair hung wildly in her face.
"Why are they taking Mr. Barker to Australia?" Mrs. Lovett asked. "I don't know." She replied crying some more. Mrs. Lovett turned and saw me. "Why are you in here? Don't you know it's rude to eavesdrop?! Go on. Get!" She yelled shooing me out of the kitchen.
The nice guy that lived above me was being sent to prison. Why? That was the question that puzzled everyone. I couldn't see him even attempting to commit a crime. What did he do that could have brought all this on?
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About a week later, Beadle Branford walked up the steps to the abandoned barbershop. I watched as he knocked on the door, and I snuck outside hoping to hear the conversation myself. Lucy answered the knock in a few seconds time. "Can I help you Beadle?" She asked as her head poked out the door. It was the first time I'd seen or heard her in days.
"Yes, on be hath of the honorable Judge Turpin, I was asked to escort you to his home for some comforting due to your husband's imprisonment." Beadle told her. "Beadle Branford. I thank him for his hospitality, I'm not feeling well enough to step out yet." Lucy's sweet voice replied. "Ma'am, he is very sorry and insists on this audience." Beadle pushed. Lucy was silent for a moment then said, "Let me just ask Mrs. Lovett to watch Johanna." My eyes popped out of my head.
She was going down to Mrs. Lovett and I wasn't there. Mrs. Lovett was going to put Johanna to sleep in her arms and when she goes to lay her down in my room next to me in my bed she'd see that I wasn't there! Oh I would be in a lot of trouble! I had to get back in there. How could I though?
Then I remembered that my window was still unlatched. It wasn't the safest way, but I had no other options. I ran to the side of the house to where my window was and looked up at it. It was a whole five feet off the ground and I was only three feet tall. I looked around the ally trying to find something that I could use to get into my room.
Then, I saw a metal trashcan. "That's it!" I mumbled to myself. I pushed the trashcan as close to my window as I could. I started to climb up onto it. The trashcan was very noisy as I climbed and wobbled all over the place.
Finally, I reached my window. I put my finger's under the base of the window and attempted to slide it up quietly. The old window creaked as it slid slowly up. Within a few moments I had it open. I readied myself to jump in when I felt the lid of the trash can slide out from under my bare feet.
I found myself sitting in a knee deep pile of trash. I looked up and saw a light go on in my room. Then, Mrs. Lovett's angry face look over the window sill at me. I smiled a frightened smile and waved my hand sheepishly at her. She shook her head, obviously disappointed at me, and asked, "What am I to do with you?"
"Learn to love me." I replied. She laughed and left my room. A few moments later I felt her hands lift me out of the trashcan. "Come on, let's get you in the bath." She said. I nodded as she took me in the house.