My Cutthroat Romance

Chapter 8 - Wait

While Gerard was grinding meat in the bakehouse, Mrs. Lovett decided to go and see how Mr. Todd was. When she got up there he was staring out of the window, sharpening his razors. He was catching his knuckles every so often, but he didn’t seem to care. He’d make sure the razors were sparkling clean later anyway. She knocked before entering, though he didn’t answer when she did knock.

“Hello Mr. T. How’re ya doin’?” She asked.

“Why doesn’t the Beadle come? ‘Before the week is out’ that’s what he said.”  Sweeney replied frustrated as Mrs. Lovett sat down.

“Well who said the week’s out? It’s only Tuesday.” She told him as though he was a little slow.

She was given a deadly look before Mr. Todd threw one of the razors he was holding across the floor and stormed across the room, much like a spoilt child. The razor landed under the dresser by the wall.

“Easy now, hush love, hush. Don’t distress yourself, what’s your rush? Keep your thoughts nice and lush. Wait.” She cooed softly.

Sweeney mostly ignored her, paying more attention to the razor he still held.

“Hush love hush, think it through. Once it bubbles then what’s to do? Watch it close, let it brew, wait.” She continued.

He carried on starting at his razor, smirking at it before walking back across the room to the window.

“I’ve been thinking flowers…maybe daisies, to brighten up the room. Don’t you think some flowers; pretty daisies might relieve the gloom? Ah, wait! Love, wait.”

“And the judge…when will we get to him?” The barber asked, mostly talking to his razor.

He walked out of the door and stood at the top of the steps leading out of his shop.

“Can’t you think of nothing else? Always broodin’ away on ya wrongs and what happened heaven knows how many years ago. Come on.” Mrs. Lovett replied, encouraging him back indoors.

As he was steered back through the door, Sweeney gripped the handle of his razor tighter, running his thumb along the intricate patterning.

“Slow love, slow, time’s so fast. Now goes quickly, see, now is past. Soon will come, soon will last, wait.” Mrs. Lovett continued, shutting the door before leading him across the room and sitting him down in his chair.

Sweeney continued staring at his razor, seeming to ignore her, but she tried none the less.

“Don’t you know? Silly man, half the fun is to plan the plan. All good things come to those who can wait. Gillyflowers maybe…’stead of daisies, I don’t know though .What do you think?”

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“Gerard!”