Puzzle
By Airafleeza
I do not understand her.
That woman of curls and curves.
That… Mrs. Lovett.
"Mr. T!"
She is always coming up to me shop with a strange demeanor.
She is helpful and she smiles at me.
She hides my secrets.
She's… tolerant.
"Mr. Todd?"
But my god!
She suggests silly things.
She'll ask me pointless questions.
She tells me things I do not want to know.
I do not understand that accomplice of mine.
"Mr. T!" she chattered breathlessly. "Yeh door was locked and yeh weren't openin' it! Thought somethin' was wrong with yeh deary, yeh layin' there all still and what not!"
"It's called sleep, Mrs. Lovett."
Flustered. But I could not understand why. Emotional woman…
"Oh, I know Mr. T… but I jist wasn't sure. Betta ta be safe then sorry, eh? I mean, I've nevah seen yeh sleep…"
"What do yeh want anyways?" I spoke, getting up. I headed to my barber's stand to greet my silver friends.
"Jist ta say good mornin' Mr. T."
I secretly looked in my mirror to catch a glimpse of her rosy face and warm brown eyes with maroon curls, her dark red lips turned upward, beaming.
I do not understand that Mrs. Lovett.
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A/N: A short little oneshot... I know I know. So short it probably doesn't even deserve to be a oneshot. But I got an idea for this in 5th period and wrote this in like 5 minutes. XD
