ALRIGHT. SOME DAMAGE CONTROL, DO YOU THINK?
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Now that we've got that cleared up, lets go on to chapter 3, shall we?
"That Ms. Lovett, is she your woman? Paysley said as he was lying in the chair waiting for Sweeney to prepare him for a shave.
Sweeney cringed.
"No, she is merely the shopkeeper downstairs. I am only friends with her." he said in disgust. It's not that he didn't like Ms. Lovett, no she was the best thing to happen to him in fifteen years…He just hadn't thought of her…that way.
"Shame. She is pretty. I would take her if I were you."
And just to make Paysley feel bad, Sweeney said, "Yes, well, not if your wife had died and your child gone missing."
"I beg your pardon. I'm sorry for your losses, Mr. Todd. That is a true shame."
Shame. That's all this man thinks about. Shame and women. But he treats women as property. That is the real shame here.
"It's fine. Now, let's talk about your fine Abagail, hmm? What happened with her?"
Sweeney smiled. He loved guilt tripping people. It had to be the one thing in the world that was easy and fun to do.
"Right, of course. Abagail. You see, I worked as the head butler in the house for her father. Her mother died when she was just two," he paused as Sweeney Todd put cream on his cheeks, neck, and chin, "so her father left it to me to take care of her. This gave her father great trust in me."
"She didn't really have a mother figure. But Mr. Todd, believe me when I say, Abagail is the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. Her eyes, I swear to you, one look into them and you will be lost." Paysley continued as Sweeney Todd began to shave the right side of his face. He promised himself, no matter what he said about Abagail, Sweeney would not change the plan he had recently formulated in his head. Even if the man was a dirty, despicable man-whore, he would leave this place alive. If Sweeney killed him now, he would kill his chance with Abagail, too.
And Sweeney's plan was quite intricate. He actually did have a sweet smelling cologne for him. He was just going to learn a bit about Abagail, just to see what she was all about…as Ms. Lovett said, she could be spying on them…but it didn't seem so…
It didn't matter. All Sweeney had to keep under control was Paysley. He had to stay alive. Sweeney was going to stick to his word for once. He was going to give this man a shave, his cologne, and then he'd be out the door. For about an hour, Sweeney Todd would be beautiful. Because beautiful people don't lie…right?
"Ow! Goodness!" Paysley cried. Sweeney scrambled to get a rag from his table in the corner.
"Terribly sorry," said Sweeney. "I want you to know you're the first customer I've ever nicked with my blades."
"Thank you, I take it as an honor," said an irritated Paysley.
"Honestly, I was distracted. I was thinking of Lucy." Sweeney said, without thinking.
"Lucy? Who's Lucy?" Paysley asked. This man was surely nosy.
"Lucy…Lucy was my wife."
"Oh, Lucy is Abagail's mother's name. How interesting."
Sweeney blinked. It couldn't be. Lucy was dead. And the years were off. And his daughter's name was Johanna. Lucy is dead. It was a different Lucy.
"How long ago did she…erm…pass on?"
Sweeney didn't know. Sweeney had been gone the entire time. It must have been after Johanna was born, obviously. But Sweeney had no idea.
"I'm not sure. I was in the navy while she was with my daughter. We had no other family and when my wife passed…My daughter ran. I came back to no one."
"Oh, dear, I'm terribly sorry. Lets talk about something else shall we? This is your personal life, I don't need to be nosing around in it."
"Thank you, sir. Continue on about your Abagail." Sweeney said. He didn't know what to think about how he had just lied. That was a horrible, horrible lie. The key to a good lie is to get the point across, with one detail. Sweeney didn't even know what the point of that lie was. But it didn't matter. He wasn't beautiful. He had lied.
"Of course.Where were we?" As Paysley paused to think, Sweeney continued shaving. "Oh, right. Abagail's mother. She was Lucy, and her father was Benjamin."
Sweeney froze. Such an odd coincidence. There was no possible way that it was his daughter, his wife, or even him. None at all.
"Its funny, people would always say its like that barber, Benjamin Barker who got sent away by that Judge Turpin. His wife's name was Lucy. They called it a funny coincidence."
Sweeney sneered with his back to Paysley. He could not stand this man's arrogance. He might as well just kill him now.
"Yes…a very funny coincidence, indeed."
"Right, well, Abagail, she is twenty seven. Her mother was gone at two, but the biggest dilemma of her life is her father. He went missing a few days ago. The most curious thing. The officers and investigators we've seen say there's nothing we can do, the man vanished off the face of the Earth. They say it's been too long. Missing persons aren't usually found alive after 48 hours."
Somehow, by some twist of fate, Sweeney knew this story of Abagail's was connected to his life. Someway, somehow, Sweeney had some part he was supposed to play in Abagail's life. He just had no clue what it was yet.
"How did Abagail react to her father's death?" Sweeney asked, concerned.
"Well, you see," he paused as Sweeney shaved just under his nose, "this is the difficult part."
Sweeney smiled his devious smile. He knew this was going to be the reason why Abagail was running from him. It was going to be the reason Abagail was hiding from him in Sweeney's closet.
"Well, I was very close to Abagail's father…and I was very close with Abagail…So close that Benjamin left me to Abagail in his will."
Now, we're getting personal. Sweeney almost slit his throat right then and there.
"Don't you usually leave property in wills?"
"Yes, well, you know us men, it doesn't really matter one way or another."
Sweeney pulled his razor away and wiped it clean on the rag around Paysley's neck. He looked down at Paysley in disgust. So he just wanted Abagail for himself. Dispicable.
"So, that was when she ran away in the market…"
"Right, when I told her about the will and her father's wishes…she ran. I don't think she expected it."
"That's interesting…It dawned on me that Abagail is twenty seven and unmarried? That's unusual. Was her father…waiting?"
"No, he was just very protective. He wanted the man who was right forhis daughter."
So he chose a butler?
"I see. Well, sir. You are finished. Closest shave I ever gave." Sweeney said. And yet, perhaps it wasn't close enough…
"I mist say, very close, very nice. Thank you." Paysley said, rubbing his chin and standing up out of the barber chair.
"Here is your cologne, sir. Small sample. If you should like it, you know where to come and get it." Sweeney said, pulling a small blue corked bottle out of his pocket and handing it to Mr. Paysley.
"Thank you, sir." Paysley replied, smiling. He uncorked it, and put the bottle to his nose.
"Mm, smells entrancing." He said as he recapped the bottle.
Sweeney was about to ask him how Abagail's mother had died, for it had been bugging him at the back of his mind, when at that very moment, Ms. Lovett walked in the room with two glasses of gin, and looking slightly grim.
"Here y'are, Mr. Todd."
"Ah, thank you Ms. Lovett." Sweeney took both glasses from her and handed one to Paysley.
"Took you awful long, didn't it?" Paysley said, grinning. He sure treats women like dirt. Just like any other man I've met.
"Sorry, had to find another bottle." Ms. Lovett smiled.
"Ah, well, very good, thank you. I think I will be on my way looking for Abagail. Thank you for your hospitality. Here is your pay," Paysley said, handing Sweeney a few silver coins.
"Thank you," Sweeney said, "Ms. Lovett, would you kindly show the man out? I'm going to clean up here."
"Certainly, Mr. T. Maybe he'd like a meatpie for the road, hmm? Oh, and Mr. T.," Ms. Lovett said, turning around suddenly, "I'd like to speak with you in a few minutes. Alone." She said grimly. Sweeney nodded in confusion. What could she be on about?
When Ms. Lovett had gone out the door with Paysley and down the steps, Sweeney vowed that that was not the last time he would be seeing that man. But the thought was pushed out of his mind quick enough.
"Abagail," Sweeney said, seemingly talking to no one, "I know you heard the whole thing. You can come out now. He's gone."
SO. That was 3. Review Puhlease. : Loveeee Dana :