"Mr. T?" Mrs. Lovett called from outside Sweeney's door.
He strode over to the door and opened it. He glared down at her.
"What?"
"Well, love, I saw this little place in town…" she paused.
"I'm listening," he said, walking over to his window again. She stepped inside and continued.
"Well, I was thinking maybe it would be a good idea if you went there…"
"Is this a psychiatrist place or something? 'Cause I don't need a shrink, Lovett."
"No, no! Of course it's not a psychiatrist! It's…it's a…" Mrs. Lovett struggled on her words.
"It's a what?" Sweeney demanded.
"It's palm-reading place."
"What?"
"You heard me." Mrs. Lovett replied, trying to hide her fear.
"No. No way am I going to a palm-reading place." Sweeney said firmly.
"Oh, come on! I think it'd be good for you. Just please do it. For me?" Mrs. Lovett pleaded.
"Why would I do anything for you?" Sweeney demanded coldly.
"Because I cook the food that you hardly ever eat, I clean the clothes that you wear, I cover up your crimes by baking dead bodies into pies! Do you have any idea how hard and DISGUSTING that is?"
Sweeney narrowed his eyes at her.
"And what happens if I don't?" he asked.
"I'll stop baking the bodies. I'll run away. I'll leave you here all alone. And I'll take Toby with me." Mrs. Lovett said with a sly twinkle in her eye.
"You wouldn't dare." Sweeney glared.
"Try me." Mrs. Lovett replied, smiling cruelly.
"Fine! Fine, I'll go, alright?"
"Great. I'll go book an appointment for you tomorrow."
Mrs. Lovett skipped out of the room happily.
The reason she wanted him to go? Well, palm-readers tell you the future of your love life, don't they? :)
Hope you enjoyed this, it's only the first chapter. The next chapter where he actually goes will be coming soon. Please review and give criticism! And I'm opening to ideas. :D
