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Joy awoke with an awful headache and a wish that yesterday was all a dream. She went into the washroom with her pink dress, closed the door and changed. She had not gotten much sleep the night before, because Mr. Todd was fixing up his chair with gears and wood all night. She thought back to the day before, chills ran up and down her spine, first Mr. Todd acted as if he was in a trance, and then he and Mrs. Lovett had decided to stuff Pirelli into a pie. She was glad she had decided to go to the store today, it would give her a chance to collect her thoughts without worrying that Sweeney might slit open her throat and stuff her into a pie. Toby had been asleep through the whole thing. That she was sure of.
The day was dark and threatened a storm, Mr. Todd was not up yet, and neither was Mrs. Lovett. Joy walked around the small room, careful not to touch anything, when she noticed the picture that Mr. Todd stared at all the time. She gently picked it up and gasped when she saw that the woman in the picture looked exactly like herself. She set it down, grabbed her bonnet and wrap, put on her shoes and ran down the stairs quickly, not looking back. Toby saw her running and came out to join her.
"Toby, don't you have anything better to do?" she signed.
"No, mum, I'd like to come with you today, if you don't mind." Toby said.
But I do mind, Tobias. She thought angrily, very tempted to tell him that.
"Come along." She mouthed, she sighed and began to walk towards the marketplace. Upon arrival, she noticed that not many people were out that day, which was understandable, seeing as the day was so gloomy. She looked around a bit until she found some things to make fruit pies; much more to her liking than human pies.
"Toby will you help me carry these bags?" she mouthed and signed.
"Sure, mum." He grabbed a few and began to walk back to Fleet Street. On their way home, Beadle Bamford noticed the two of them and politely walked over.
"Good morning, miss." He said, not recognizing her as the 'beggar child' that he thought she was a few weeks before. Joy smiled, "Morning." She mouthed. She nervously kept walking because the Beadle kept staring at her.
"Do I know you?" he asked. Joy shook her head.
"You really look like someone I used to know." He said.
That makes two people now. She thought.
"I don't think you know her." Toby said.
"Hush boy, I'm talking to the lady." The Beadle frowned. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Joy." Toby answered for her. Joy nodded. "And I'm Toby. Now, any more questions before you go on your way?" Toby said, trying to defend Joy.
Bamford sighed, annoyed and tried to dismiss the boy's comment. "Where do you stay? I can provide an escort." He smiled. It was an oily, greasy, disgusting smile, but a smile nonetheless.
"Fleet Street." Toby said, "And an escort won't be necessary; she has me." Toby linked his arm in Joy's and continued to walk with her.
"Where on Fleet Street?" Beadle Bamford asked.
"Mrs. Lovett's Pie Emporium, now will you please go away?" Toby frowned and began to walk faster, pulling Joy along with him.
"Hmm, I'll have to tell the Judge about her…" the Beadle said to himself.
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sorry, short chapter, I had to type that quickly so….
He he, what will happen to dear Joy, eh?