Taking the steps two at a time, Nellie check real quick to see if the two were following her. When she saw them right behind her, she continued up. Reaching the top, she pulled a small brass, tarnished key from her bosom. James and Sweeney made it to the top where she was just pushing open the wooden door.
The baker walked in slowly, stopping in the center of the room. Sweeney froze, standing gloomily over the threshold. He looked around at the empty room. The Grey, torn wallpaper, the bare wooden floor that appeared to have been swept recently, the clear vanity in the far corner. After 15 years, the barber looked around the room for a few minuets before he recognized the place as his old home.
"Come in," he heard the woman in the middle of the room say calmly. "Nothin' to be afraid of, love." she whispered as she strode across the room.
Sweeney slowly took a step in, instantly noticing the the old, raggedy looking babe crib, covered over with a dirty cloth. He walked over and hesitantly lifted the the cloth to reveal a frightfully realistic glass baby doll dressed in a frilly babe dress with a style bonnet from 15 years ago. It took the barber a moment ot realize it had once been the shining, brand new doll he had bought his daughter for her first birthday.
James slowly entered the room, his eyes never leaving Sweeney. A small sneer crossed his face for a moment, noticing the floor and how he had remebered how his wife would always sweep it every weekend in hopes that her tenant would one day return
Taking the steps two at a time, Nellie check real quick to see if the two were following her. When she saw them right behind her, she continued up. Reaching the top, she pulled a small brass, tarnished key from her bosom. James and Sweeney made it to the top where she was just pushing open the wooden door.
The baker walked in slowly, stopping in the center of the room. Sweeney froze, standing gloomily over the threshold. He looked around at the empty room. The Grey, torn wallpaper, the bare wooden floor that appeared to have been swept recently, the clear vanity in the far corner. After 15 years, the barber looked around the room for a few minuets before he recognized the place as his old home.
"Come in," he heard the woman in the middle of the room say calmly. "Nothin' to be afraid of, love." she whispered as she strode across the room.
Sweeney slowly took a step in, instantly noticing the the old, raggedy looking babe crib, covered over with a dirty cloth. He walked over and hesitantly lifted the the cloth to reveal a frightfully realistic glass baby doll dressed in a frilly babe dress with a style bonnet from 15 years ago. It took the barber a moment to realize it had once been the shining, brand new doll he had bought his daughter for her first birthday.
James slowly entered the room, his eyes never leaving Sweeney. A small sneer crossed his face for a moment, noticing the floor and how he had remembered how his wife would always sweep it every weekend in hopes that her tenant would one day return.
The apothecary watched as the barber stared at the doll like it was form another world, Which shouldn't be too far from the truth. Both were pulled out of their thoughts when they heard Nellie banging on one of the floor boards. Sweeney dropped the cloth and walked over to the baker as she lifted the floor board and reached inside the hole.
James also approached the pair as he saw his wife pull out something, something that seemed like a box. Nellie brushed off the the dust of the red velvet blanket that protected the box form the years of being hidden away, unfolding it slowly.
Sweeney and James stared at the box, neither had seen it in so long. Nellie offered the small wooden box to the barber. "When they came for the girl, I 'id 'em," she muttered as he star at her, dumbfounded. "Than' goodness we 'ad the money not to sell 'em." she whispered.
As Sweeney reached for the box, James's mouth hit the floor. His wife had told him she had gotten rid of it.
Cautiously, he opened the box to reveal a set of seven shining razors. "Those 'andles is chested, ain't they?" Nellie whispered as he ran his hand over his old razors. "Silver, yes," he muttered as he seemed to be lost in the very sight of them.
"My friends," he whispered to himself. He turned to face the baker, "Leave me,"
She nodded and stood, grabbing her husband's arm as she dragged him out of the room. "Wot the bloody 'ell was that about?" he hissed in anger, yanking his arm out of her grip. She looked at him, "Wot?" she asked innocently.
"You know Bloody well 'wot'! You told me ya go' rid o' those blasted razors after they sent 'im away!", "No, I said I took care o' it." she said smartly as she walked down the stairs. James just shook his head as he looked at the small window on the door. The barber was standing up and pointing the razor out the window, smiling manically. "Blokes out o' 'is bloody mind." he muttered as he followed his wife.
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