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Chapter 20- Forgetting

But I soon found this hard, forgetting, I mean. For what then do I have to focus my energy on?

I'll have to come up with a list of things worth remembering.

Things worth my time…

No doubt business is first, money needs to start coming in regular like again.

So…something needs to be done in order for this to happen, yes?

Something needs to be sold in order to get the money…

So that day, I somehow managed to muster up the guts to go in my room. I don't regret it. For sitting in the corner of my room was the answer to all of my problems. The most expensive thing that I had ever bought. That same thing was now going to give me the money to go out and buy my first batch of meat for the pies. Somehow, it didn't hurt to give it up… guess my plan must be working.

I sold the old cradle in my room the next week, hardly remembering what I ever even used it for.

The coming weeks came and went with ease. People stopped into the shop every once in a while. Although, unlike before, now I am always certain that they paid the right amount before leaving my shop, even if they didn't finish their pie.

Times were still hard, but steady. I don't remember providing for myself ever being this effortless. And life was easier to bare without such bad memories.

In fact, that whole almost two years of my life had almost successfully been erased from my memory when that awful man stepped into my pie shop that day

It was in the morning and I was up early, mindlessly pounding at a bit of dough.

I didn't even notice someone was in the shop until their shadow passed over me. I glanced up, eager to see someone in my shop. "Ello?" I asked, partly before I looked up.

As soon as I saw the man standing in the threshold of the door, my excitement faded.

"Oh," I mumbled, "Haven't missed you a bit,"

Ignoring my comment, the judge continued. "It's nice to see you again, Mrs. Lovett. How long has it been?" He asked, trying to make a nice conversation, not that I'd let that happen.

"Not long enough!" I said, pounding the dough hard with the rolling pin and gluing my eyes to the counter.

"Tell me," He spoke, walking closer to me, "How's your boy?"

I cocked my head, but didn't look up from my baking. "Who?" I asked.

"Benjamin. Your boy. Probably about, what now? Two? Curly brown hair. A face like yours,"

I felt a knot rise in my throat, it made me feel sick.

Why did he have to bring this up?

I shook my head as casually as I could. "I've never had a boy." I faced my back to him pretending like I was looking for something on the shelf behind and prayed that he would leave the shop and leave me be.

He didn't leave. I heard him chuckle. "You were at the workhouse huh? Yes, I hear young children don't often make it there. What was it? Measles? Scarlet fever? You can try to forget him, Mrs. Lovett, as much as you want. But he'll always be gone."

I spun around and grabbed the rolling pin off of the counter, I then walked directly toward the horrible man still standing at the front of the shop. "You get out!" I commanded him through clenched teeth. "I'll get the law on yah if yah don't get off of me property!"

He smiled at me, his horrid lips curling upward. "Dear madam, I am the law,"

I felt anger rise in me. I walked closer, pointing the rolling pin at him like a deadly weapon. He just stood there calmly, only making me more mad. "You listen here, Judge Turpin! If you ever come in here again and if you ever mention Ben around here ever again, I swear, I'll kill you where you stand and then chop you up for meat for my pies. I swear, I will. And all the customers will be so pleased with how well you taste that they'll keep comin' back for more. What then? The world is relieved of you and I finally get the business that I bloody deserve!" I had leaned into his face and practically had hit him over the head with my rolling pin. It took everything in me not to kill him, I mean it.

When I was done with my tangent, he simply snickered. I held my rolling pin up, ready to clonk him over the head. But he stepped back into the door threshold again.

"Well, Mrs. Lovett. Looks like you've gone completely mad! The only thing that really scared me about that was how serious you looked about making me into a pie. These are the things that get you into bedlam."

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, resisting the urge to go on with my plan. "LEAVE!" I shouted, slamming the door and hopefully giving him a bloody nose.

I spun around and sunk down in the booth, making sure to close the window and indicate that the shop was closed for the day.

That event might have set me back. But it didn't stop me from forgetting. Even though he has brought Ben back into my life for the brief second, I hardly even remember his little face. Honestly, I was a little saddened by that fact; Perhaps not.

Months went by, perhaps years. I certainly had lost track of time. The judge never visited me again, probably finding interest in some other pretty girl. Good riddance. I hope I never have to see his horrid face again.

Business stayed steady. Although, I never really got to go anywhere fancy. Not that I enjoyed doing anything much but simply reading a book or making small talk with an uncaring customer.

And life went on.

Despite everything…it simply didn't matter.

They were all just forgotten memories now.

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