There I sat, in my awkward position between Todd and Lovett . I had grown quite fond of listening them talk. They went to talking about the barber who formerly lived upstairs. I eventually caught on, and realized that was that barber. took us up into the old barber shop to show it to . It was an old dusty room, with a slanted window on part of the ceiling. You could see most of London from there. It was a magnificent sight from there.
"It's dusty but, the same," Lovett murmured to Todd. She advanced across the room, got to her knees, and began brushing the dust from a floor board. She pulled gently at the nails and the floor board came up. She reached into the floor, and revealed a silver box. "I could've sold these but, I didn't." She opened the box, and revealed four silver razors.
Todd got a look of obsession and remembrance across his face. Gently, as if handing a child, he removed one from the box, and opened it. The blades were pure silver and I could see his reflection in it as he flashed it across the room. He stood up, and held it before him, as if he had discovered something amazing.
"My arm….is complete again," he said proudly. He turned his face at . "Leave me," he whispered.
Mrs. Lovett gave a look of disappointment, then, walked toward the door. "Come, Genevieve," she bade, and I followed her outside and down into the shop.
I sat at the table, and sighed, leaning on my elbow.
"What'd you think of him, Genevieve?" she asked me.
I quirked a brow, "'E's alright, I guess. 'E's a little strange," I admitted.
She poured two goblets of gin for her and me. "Come, Genevieve, 'e's a nice man. There's nothin' to be scared of about . "E's lonely, just like I was once." She joined me at the table, and set a goblet of gin before me.
"What do you mean, you were lonely?" I asked. For something I thought that she was still a little lonely.
"Well, I 'ave you now," she said, a little saddened. She lowered her head a tad. "I'm so grateful to 'ave someone to talk to." She sipped her gin. "It's nice to 'ave you around, Genevieve."
I fluttered my lashes to show that I understood. "It's good to be around for someone." I fingered the edge of the cup for a moment, running it around the rim. "If only I knew…." I trailed.
"Knew what?"
"Well, knew who murdered my parents."
"Could've been anyone,"she said.
Just then, Sweeney entered the shop. He went to 's side and knelt by her. And for some reason, something changed within him. He did the creepiest thing I ever known him to do. He began running his hands up Lovett's dress, and up her legs.
To stop this, I cleared my throat loudly.
They snapped. covered her legs, and scrambled to her feet. "Here, Genevieve," she said, reaching into her dress pocket, and handed me two pennies. "Take this down the street and buy us some toffees. Alright?" she asked.
I approached her, and took the two pennies, and said, "Yes, ma'am."
I quickly moved from the shop, and into the carriage house to fetch Gulliver. I mounted him quickly, and cantered out from the small structure, and into the street.