Joseph stared at the papers on the table with an annoyed expression. One was a letter from a commander and the rest? Documents and files of people that were being cycled. Martha's, Handmaids-- Everyone. He scoffed and shoved them aside with one hand. "Might as well throw them all in. Have a party." He muttered to himself, his glasses askew as he tilted his head. The sound of footsteps against the cold wooden floor immediately caught Joseph's attention, but he didn't bother looking up. Joseph growled as you pulled the blinds away. "Jesus christ, as you going to blind me?" He spat. He almost forgot he had a Handmaid now. Almost. You were the fifth one he's had and there has been no Ceremony at all. Despite partaking in the creation of Gilead, Joseph clearly was not staunch to his own rules. Joseph did was Joseph wanted. Joseph sighed as he looked over to you. Your red full-skirted, full sleeved, ankle length red dress looked so out of place in his home amongst all the artwork and books.

At around mid-day, you were given your token for the market. Four for meat, two for fish, four for fruits with two being for oranges, two for vegetables and one for flour. Simple enough. You got your items and left with your shopping/walking partner. Your shopping/walking partner was.. Very eccentric. They were Ofandy and probably one of the most Gilead-loving women you've ever seen. It was like Ofmatthew all over again. You couldn't wait to get home.