What You Don't Know

What you don't know pt7

"What's going on?"

Toby's question had Mrs Lovett glancing his way as she laid down cutlery on her pull out table ready for tonight meal. She knew Toby had been curious as to why Johanna and Mr Todd had been out all day together. Anthony would be lying too if he said the news of Johanna and Todd spending the day together seemed a little odd. The pair of them both had so many questions, Mrs Lovett could see it in both their faces as they sat together by her counter and watched her as she laid the table.

"It does seem odd that Mr Todd would take an interest in Johanna Mrs Lovett..." Anthony also piped up hoping she would explain. She had been quiet all day and both Anthony and Toby wondered why.

If she was honest she didn't want to have to talk to anyone right now. Her argument with Sweeney this morning had hurt her, it was clear she would never be up to Lucy's standards in his eyes. The way he talked about his late wife was so pure and gracious, she felt like his bit on the side why he still longed of Lucy. Johanna coming back had been wonderful no doubt about that, but it also brought back memories of Lucy to the barber. Yes, she felt jealous, she was selfish for his love and attention she wanted him all to herself and sharing him had been harder then she thought. She loved Johanna like her own but any reminder of his past might pull him away from her and that she couldn't stand.

"Johanna is Mista T's biological daughter.." Mrs Lovett stated throwing her hands to her hips sick and tired of talking about it and even thinking it for a matter of fact.

Both of the boys faces dropped in surprise and Mrs Lovett was aware the questions would keep coming so she thought she would beat them too it. "Mr Todd was sent away by the Judge years ago, the judge wanted Lucy...who was Mr Todd's late wife and Johanna's mother...Lucy died and so he went after the next best thing being her daughter...Sweeney Todd came back looking for this family only to find his wife dead and Johanna under the Judges hold...now if you ave any more questions bout the matter you ask them...ya hear?"

With that Mrs Lovett untied her apron and threw it on the counter before walking off and out of the kitchen. She didnt know why she felt so upset or why this was bugging her, but all she knew was she didn't want to have to keep talking about it. It reminded her that he still was in love with the idea of Lucy and brining her back into their lives would only make things harder between them.

"We're back" Johanna beamed as she waltzed into the pie shop with her father talking along behind. She smiled brightly as he came in behind her with a bunch of flowers and bags of food and drink.

"Can we talk?" Anthony asked as he greeted her at the door to which she gave a kind smile and nodded. "Where's Auntie Nellie?" She asked taking off her coat. Sweeney went to put the paper bags down on her counter, he too was wondering just the same.

"In her room, think she upset about somthin'...not sure what but she's been awful quiet today" Toby explained glancing at Mr Todd with warning eyes. He would bet his life that it had something to do with the barber, it always did.

"Think you best give her the flowers now" Johanna smirked towards her father as he looked a little nervous. Both him and Johanna had walked around the market examining all the possible bunches of flowers Mrs Lovett might like. Apologising wasn't in his DNA however if he wanted Mrs Lovett as his companion he knew he needed to make a little more effort with her. He also felt terrible for hurting her again this morning, all he ever seemed to do was upset her in some kind of way.

Picking up the bunch of flowers he had brought earlier today from the market he glanced at Johanna before making his way towards Mrs Lovett's bedroom.

Knocking on the door he didn't hear a reply and so tried again. "Mrs Lovett, can I come in?" He waited for a response but still there wasn't one. He sighed and took matters into his own hands and opened the door. She was sat at her dresser sorting out her hair in the mirror.