"There its done, finally done." said Nellie.
"See? Told ya it be a piece of cake" Lillian chuckled.
They both were glancing at the finished pie that sat on the counter. "Well? Go on then, take a bite." said Lillian.
"Me? Im not tasting that. Mind you, I didn't even want to go through with this at first!"
"Well, bleeding hell, Im sure as hell not eating it."
"Well, if neither one of us ain't going to eat it, I think I have in mind of who can eat the finished product." Nellie said with a smirk.
"Come, follow me."
Lillian followed Nellie into the living room, where Mrs. Pettigrew was knitting in the same very chair, she sat at everyday. Did this woman do anything but knit?
"Mrs. Pettigrew?" Nellie asked.
"Yes. what do you want, have you come to pester me?"
"Umm no ma'm, we came to let you test our new pie." Lillian said smirking.
"Alright let's have it." Mrs. Pettigrew held out her hand. Nellie gave her the pie and Mrs. Pettigrew took a small bite out of it.
Nellie and Lillian anxiously awaited for her response. She looked half unsure and half suspicious.
She took a bigger bite and swallowed.
She took one look at the two women and said "Ladies, this is… Brilliant!"
"Really?" they asked surprised. "Ladies, this is wonderful, what did you used in the pies?"
Nellie and Lillian looked at each other, thankfully Lillian had an answer.
"Umm, me secret… family secret, me great aunt Abby taught me." she smiled uneasily.
"Oh, well like I said this is excellent. Ladies I would make some more of theses delicious pies if I were you. Don't worry 'bout the advertising, I'll take care of it, soon Pettigrew's will be open for business again!" she sat there and wolfed the pie down happily.
Nellie and Lillian ran into the kitchen. They busted out laughing.
"Di-did you see that! The crazy old hag, didn't know what she was eating." Nellie continued laughing.
"Shhh, Nellie. Your going to let her hear us if you don't quite down." but Lillian couldn't help but laugh with her.
"See? I told this was a grand idea." Lillian hugged her friend. "And hey, if we get rich off of this, I promise we'll share our fortunes. Remember, we're in this together you an' me."
"Glad to know, but hey now, just so you know, I'm not killing anymore cats, that'll be your job from now on. Just get me the meat and ill bake them into the pies." "Fine, fine" "Still this was a pretty grand idea you 'ad Lillian"
The next day their first customer had walked in. A jolly, fat man, by the name of Mr. Smith.
"Ladies, I require some of you're so called pies that you've been advertising for this reopening." he said.
"'course sir, coming right up." Lillian handed him a pie. He took one big bite out of the pie and swallowed.
"My dear, this is marvelous. Please, bring me two more and a glass o' gin."
Lillian looked at him for a moment.
This man wasn't kidding, obviously he had the money and not to mention stomach for this.
"'Ear that Nellie, the man wants two more pies and a glass of gin to along wit' it." Lillian yelled. In no time, Nellie Lovett was out of the bakehouse with the man's food.
"'Ere ya are sir, hope you enjoy." Mr. Smith was done with his meal in less that five minute. "Magnificent." he smiled at the two women and left them about 20 british pounds, which was more than enough and then left.
The two women looked at each other and smiled.
If this was what one person was willing to give them, then think about millions of others.