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Sweeney
The door opened to reveal a young women, speaking calmy to a man, as if to calm him down from something. The bell that hung over the door jingled. The women stopped talking and looked to the door. At first she seemed a little confused, for it must have been an odd site, seeing two men. One with a long white beard and a blue pointed hat, and the other, a small boy, cowering at his side. Then she smiled, as if figuring out something.
"Sweeney," she said soothingly to the man, "Sweeney, you have work."
The man looked up. From the dim light filling the room, you could see that it looked as if he had just been crying.
"Ah," he stated, standing up from his neeling position, "Thank you Mrs. Lovett. If you could go down and bring out some of your gin, I'm sure that you and Toby could use it...especially Toby." He added, thinking for a second.
The women called Mrs. Lovett nodded her head slightly, showing Sweeney that she understood, then walked out the door past the man in the blue hat and the kid cowering at his side. You could hear her footsteps walking down the stairs to her shop. Sweeney waited a little while, and then said, "So, you'd like a shave?"
"Sweeney," she said soothingly to the man, "Sweeney, you have work."
The man looked up. From the dim light filling the room, you could see that it looked as if he had just been crying.
"Ah," he stated, standing up from his neeling position, "Thank you Mrs. Lovett. If you could go down and bring out some of your gin, I'm sure that you and Toby could use it...especially Toby." He added, thinking for a second.
The women called Mrs. Lovett nodded her head slightly, showing Sweeney that she understood, then walked out the door past the man in the blue hat and the kid cowering at his side. You could hear her footsteps walking down the stairs to her shop. Sweeney waited a little while, and then said, "So, you'd like a shave?"