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Chapter 3:”Boy”
Shensé croaked while taking a step back in shock.
“You’re The Greatest Barber? In the World??”
“Yes, yes! I said it, did I not?”
That sly smirk slit her face as she tilted her head in a teasing manner.
“Are you…surprised?”
Shensé’s eyes gave him away, but he hesitated before answering. He fiddled with his fingers and twisted his leg. With a hard swallow he continued…
“..well… suppose I didn’t expect to meet the G.B.W. like this…”
“Oh, pish-posh! You are shocked that I am a woman! Admit it!”
“Yes—I mean, no! Argh, forgive me! It is just…”
He held out his arms, mouth gaped open to speak. Then he shook his head, dropping his arms to his sides, then placing them on his hips.
“I am a woman! Stop trying to be so nice all the time—I am not fragile, boy!”
Something corrupted inside of Shensé for that quick moment. It felt like a fuzzy pain. What it was, he could not grasp, however he knew why it had arrived.
“My name isn’t ‘boy’, it's Shensé.”
“So? You are a boy, right? Right.”
She had her back to him now. Shensé lowered his eyes and said nothing for the moment. Things needed to be attended to and cleaned. No time for worrying over a name, he thought.
Evening hovered over them as Shensé began to close shop and Ganadella no where to be found. It did not bother him much. She was out of the way while he did things his way for the night. How disappointing to find that The Greatest Barber in the World…was not so great. In fact, secretly he thought to be more qualified than she—although he had never seen her work. Oh well… he thought…oh, well.
“Boy!”
Her voice cut him out of the lovely dreams. Shensé had fallen asleep standing up against the wall with the broom crossed in his arms.
“Asleep on the job?”
Shensé tossed his head to the clock to see the time. Apparently, it was still late…or extra early.
“Don’t look at the clock!”
A slight sound of aggravation lined his voice.
“Why not?”
She stared and shook her head slowly.
“It should not matter what time it is, boy. Mustaches across the world are always in need of a good shave! Whether it be twilight or dead of night! We are always open!”
Shensé rested his cheek against the broom handle.
“…All right.” With a shrug he straightened up and stretched.
“All right?” She echoed, “Is that how you defend your stance?”
“Why do that? You explained to me why I should not--” he yawned. “Why I should not look at the clock and it makes perfect sense to me.”
Ganadella crossed her arms and squinted her eyes to slits.
“You are such a pushover.”
“Call it what you want. I do not wish any trouble or fuss here.”
He brushed past her taking the broom with him, slightly humming. Ganadella walked after him however…
“Then, as The Great Barber, I demand ownership of this here barber shop!”
He halted and turned his head to the side.
“You can’t do that, miss--”
“Ganadella!”
“Look, the shop was given to me. You have already “claimed” your stay here, so why not leave that bit alone, eh?”
“I can claim any part I want, boy!”
“There you go with that name calling again. I’m going to be forced to ignore you after awhile..”
“Ignore me?”
How she laughed at him as he turned around to watch her do so.
“Laugh if it pleases you. I care not.”
“And neither will the pirates that ravage homes and shave the beards from a strong man.”
A seriousness began to cover the laughter of her tone.
“Try and ignore my insults, surely there are worse to come.”
“What are talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
Shensé blinked then with a wave of his hand he smiled and shook his head.
“Stop trying to force me into degradation. It’s wrong.”
She slid across the floor and blocked his way. Capturing his face within her grasp, she eyed him longingly.
“I see it. You felt it. Something powerful lies within you, but that bloody boy stands in the way of it.”
Gently, he took her hand and closed it.
“I am sorry, but you are a tad lost.”
Again he made his way to the side door near the desk.
“I have seen things across the world that many have not yet grasped in their minds yet!”, she cried out.
“Awful things…I know the future. It looks grim and hopeless…bare.”
He stood before pivoting around and glaring at her.
“What does this have to do with me? Why are you telling me this?”
“…Shensé. Your father is falling very ill. And your mother old. You are the only child without a mustache.
He saddened and looked to the side.
“I don’t take very kindly to jokes like that.”
With that he snatched up the broom and stormed into the small office door, slamming it behind him vigorously.
Ganadella walked around, contemplating. Inside the office, Shensé shivered at the thought of something being wrong with his father…most of all, he hosting something within his body. The way Ganadella made him feel when she looked within his eyes…it was like she was pulling something out….
“Nonsense!” he muttered to himself. “Nothing dwells within me than my own soul.”
“Oh, is that so?” A voice echoed back.
Shensé kicked backwards and fell upon his back side, breathing heavily.
“Who goes there?” he commanded with a shaky voice. A deep laughter danced around the walls before silencing. Shensé frantically jumped to his feet and tossed his head to the east and west.
“Answer me!”
With that Shensé felt a tap on his shoulder. Grimacing and turning around he saw nothing….or so he thought. A sleeve? It’s strong transparency made it difficult to realize the figure standing before him. However, it did not take away from the powerful, deep voice that uttered a simple, “Boo.”
“You’re The Greatest Barber? In the World??”
“Yes, yes! I said it, did I not?”
That sly smirk slit her face as she tilted her head in a teasing manner.
“Are you…surprised?”
Shensé’s eyes gave him away, but he hesitated before answering. He fiddled with his fingers and twisted his leg. With a hard swallow he continued…
“..well… suppose I didn’t expect to meet the G.B.W. like this…”
“Oh, pish-posh! You are shocked that I am a woman! Admit it!”
“Yes—I mean, no! Argh, forgive me! It is just…”
He held out his arms, mouth gaped open to speak. Then he shook his head, dropping his arms to his sides, then placing them on his hips.
“I am a woman! Stop trying to be so nice all the time—I am not fragile, boy!”
Something corrupted inside of Shensé for that quick moment. It felt like a fuzzy pain. What it was, he could not grasp, however he knew why it had arrived.
“My name isn’t ‘boy’, it's Shensé.”
“So? You are a boy, right? Right.”
She had her back to him now. Shensé lowered his eyes and said nothing for the moment. Things needed to be attended to and cleaned. No time for worrying over a name, he thought.
Evening hovered over them as Shensé began to close shop and Ganadella no where to be found. It did not bother him much. She was out of the way while he did things his way for the night. How disappointing to find that The Greatest Barber in the World…was not so great. In fact, secretly he thought to be more qualified than she—although he had never seen her work. Oh well… he thought…oh, well.
“Boy!”
Her voice cut him out of the lovely dreams. Shensé had fallen asleep standing up against the wall with the broom crossed in his arms.
“Asleep on the job?”
Shensé tossed his head to the clock to see the time. Apparently, it was still late…or extra early.
“Don’t look at the clock!”
A slight sound of aggravation lined his voice.
“Why not?”
She stared and shook her head slowly.
“It should not matter what time it is, boy. Mustaches across the world are always in need of a good shave! Whether it be twilight or dead of night! We are always open!”
Shensé rested his cheek against the broom handle.
“…All right.” With a shrug he straightened up and stretched.
“All right?” She echoed, “Is that how you defend your stance?”
“Why do that? You explained to me why I should not--” he yawned. “Why I should not look at the clock and it makes perfect sense to me.”
Ganadella crossed her arms and squinted her eyes to slits.
“You are such a pushover.”
“Call it what you want. I do not wish any trouble or fuss here.”
He brushed past her taking the broom with him, slightly humming. Ganadella walked after him however…
“Then, as The Great Barber, I demand ownership of this here barber shop!”
He halted and turned his head to the side.
“You can’t do that, miss--”
“Ganadella!”
“Look, the shop was given to me. You have already “claimed” your stay here, so why not leave that bit alone, eh?”
“I can claim any part I want, boy!”
“There you go with that name calling again. I’m going to be forced to ignore you after awhile..”
“Ignore me?”
How she laughed at him as he turned around to watch her do so.
“Laugh if it pleases you. I care not.”
“And neither will the pirates that ravage homes and shave the beards from a strong man.”
A seriousness began to cover the laughter of her tone.
“Try and ignore my insults, surely there are worse to come.”
“What are talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about.”
Shensé blinked then with a wave of his hand he smiled and shook his head.
“Stop trying to force me into degradation. It’s wrong.”
She slid across the floor and blocked his way. Capturing his face within her grasp, she eyed him longingly.
“I see it. You felt it. Something powerful lies within you, but that bloody boy stands in the way of it.”
Gently, he took her hand and closed it.
“I am sorry, but you are a tad lost.”
Again he made his way to the side door near the desk.
“I have seen things across the world that many have not yet grasped in their minds yet!”, she cried out.
“Awful things…I know the future. It looks grim and hopeless…bare.”
He stood before pivoting around and glaring at her.
“What does this have to do with me? Why are you telling me this?”
“…Shensé. Your father is falling very ill. And your mother old. You are the only child without a mustache.
He saddened and looked to the side.
“I don’t take very kindly to jokes like that.”
With that he snatched up the broom and stormed into the small office door, slamming it behind him vigorously.
Ganadella walked around, contemplating. Inside the office, Shensé shivered at the thought of something being wrong with his father…most of all, he hosting something within his body. The way Ganadella made him feel when she looked within his eyes…it was like she was pulling something out….
“Nonsense!” he muttered to himself. “Nothing dwells within me than my own soul.”
“Oh, is that so?” A voice echoed back.
Shensé kicked backwards and fell upon his back side, breathing heavily.
“Who goes there?” he commanded with a shaky voice. A deep laughter danced around the walls before silencing. Shensé frantically jumped to his feet and tossed his head to the east and west.
“Answer me!”
With that Shensé felt a tap on his shoulder. Grimacing and turning around he saw nothing….or so he thought. A sleeve? It’s strong transparency made it difficult to realize the figure standing before him. However, it did not take away from the powerful, deep voice that uttered a simple, “Boo.”
