Disclaimer: I do not own this Willy Wonka you speak of. And who is this Roald Dahl you say that actually owns him?
AN: I'm baaaaccckkk!
Like so many people around the world, Beatrice liked to read her mail while walking back to her home. Normally, she would collect her mail and flip through it while walking back up the stairs to her little apartment.
Today was no different. Beatrice walked down the flights of stairs and opened up her mailbox. She pulled out: an ad for miracle vitamins, the ad for the local grocery store, a few bills, and two letters.
Beatrice was hoping that one of them was a reply from her applications. She turned to go back up the stairs when she saw the return address on one of the envelopes. She stopped moving. She stopped breathing. It was possible her heart stopped beating for a moment as well.
It couldn't be.
Not ever.
Improbable.
Impossible.
Oh, but it was.
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It was dark out. Well, not incredibly so because the street lamps were on, but it was still dark out. Anyway, a small figure was walking out of the darkness. Wait - no- he wasn't walking. He was riding on the back of a small red motorbike.
The gates to Wonka's factory opened, just enough, for the lone rider to pass through.
At first it went straight down the street. Then it turned left. It kept going and going, but then made another left. The tiny figure finally stopped and hopped of the bike. It kicked the stand out and walked up the steps of the building. Checking the number on the mailboxes, he nodded to himself and proceeded to stick a letter into one of them.
Pleased with his handiwork, the tiny figure went back down the steps and got back onto the bike. And left.
Leaving behind a letter that would change the life of one certain individual, who lived at 4243 Topher Lane, Apartment number 8.
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He sent her a letter.
She couldn't believe it. He actually sent her a letter.
Beatrice looked down at the letter in her hands in disbelief. It had been how long now?
… long enough.
Bradon. He sent her a letter.
The very same Bradon who proposed to her before she left for England. Her fiancé, Bradon.
A look of utter shock formed crossed her face. She had written Bradon when she first got here, mainly because she didn't have a phone yet. But she didn't expect him to reply.
Well – no, she did expect him to reply, but certainly not so soon!
And how he learned of her new address was a mystery. She didn't use her current address to send it. In fact, she had only told one other person. And he would never tell.
Consumed by curiosity, Beatrice was preparing to run upstairs and read her letter when a voice sounded behind her.
"Hey! Wait lady, you forgot something!"
Beatrice turned around a saw a young boy, standing next to her mailbox, holding a rather large envelope.
"Oh, thank you. I guess I must have dropped it." She went over and took the envelope from his hands.
"Yeah, well, I thought you might want to see it. It's from Wonka. My Mum got one yesterday. In fact, half of England must have gotten one, seeing as how almost everyone applied for the position." Shrugged the boy. "If that is the rejection letter, you can always eat it you know. The paper and envelope are edible. It's supposed to be some sort of condolence gift."
"Oh." Beatrice didn't know what to say. She was too nervous.
"Yeah, well, good luck lady." And with that he turned and ran down the street.
Beatrice, on the other hand, seemed frozen to the spot. She couldn't bring herself to go upstairs and open the letter. Which was silly, actually. She had only applied on a whim. She didn't know that the factory was actually hiring. Oh God!
She should have spent more time on her resume then! What if…? And if they…? She would…?
Steeling herself, Beatrice walked up the stairs automatically. Not thinking, not doing much but walking. When she was inside, she immediately sat down and pulled the letters onto her lap.
Which would she read first? Bradon's or Wonka's? Or the third letter? Picking it up, Beatrice read the return address. It was from her family's solicitor. Ah… better wait till later to open that one.
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Phew. Keeping 'Operation find Charlie a Tutor' a secret was tough. Especially when he had broadcasted it in a major newspaper. Even though he had already found someone and retracted the ad, the papers were still reporting on it.
And he didn't want Charlie or his parents to find out until he was ready to tell them. After all, it was a surprise. But, Charlie and his family kept insisting on reading the paper! It was all Willy could do to keep them at bay.
At first he had the Oompa Loompas create a fake one, but then that became too difficult to do. Next, Willy tried to simply deny ever subscribing to a newspaper. …But that wasn't a very credible plan. So, now, Willy had simply taken to hiding from the Bucket family whenever they asked about the paper.
That was working fine until Willy realized Mr. Bucket was bound to hear about the ad from the toothpaste factory! So Willy had asked the Oompa Loompas to but extra Deafening Pop Rocks into Mr. Bucket's coffee. So far, it had worked well. Mr. Bucket couldn't hear anything unless you yelled very loudly into his ear.
Heh…
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Dear Ms. Beatrice E. Hall,
I, Willy Wonka, would like to inform you that you have been chosen out of the many to work for me. You will arrive at my factory on January 3. The gates will open for you at precisely 8 o'clock. Do not be late. Pensions and such will be settled with my finance manager.
Until then,
Willy Wonka
P.S. By the way, you can eat the envelope if you like.
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Bea,
Hey there beautiful. It's Bradon. But, you probably know that already. Anyway, I was worried when you didn't call me when you arrived. But then I got your letter a few days later. It sounds like your having a good time. I'm glad you like England. But…
God Bea, I miss you! I miss they way you smile at me, the way you laugh, I miss waking up to you in the mornings… I would ask you to come back, but I know that's not going to do anything. I can only hope that you'll change your mind one day and come back to me.
Until then, I'll be waiting. I'll wait for as long as it takes.
I love you.
Bradon
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Beatrice couldn't sleep that night. Not with everything that had happened to her today. Her new job… Bradon… her family… It was just – too much.
She got out of bed, grabbed her keys and her jacket and left the apartment. She needed some company tonight, and she knew just where to go.
It feels so good to be back! Well? Did you guys like this long-overdue chapter?
Or… did my writing capabilities suddenly disappear?
I'd appreciate it if you'd leave a comment. It helps me improve (and feel flattered)!
The feedback has been so great! Keep it up and you might get another chapter sooner than you expect.
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