I hear the keys rattle against the door as Molly opens the door. I turn to see she is carrying various bags.
“Let me give you a hand” I say, reaching for some that are hanging from her left arm. She hands them to me before turning to the door and shutting it. I place the bags on the kitchen bench, seeing all the food made my mouth water.
“Okay, I’ll show you what I got you honey.” She beams, placing at least five bags of clothes on the bench. “I got you some jeans, tops, a jumper, a coat, two pairs of PJs, scarf and gloves, a beanie, socks, knickers, bras, two pairs of shoes and a dress.” She said, as she pulled each item out of the bags. “I also got you a bag, drink bottle, toothbrush, hair brush and some face cleaning stuff.” She added. I felt like crying. I march up to her and hugged her tightly.
“Thank you, thank you so much Molly.” I said through the tears.
“It’s nothing blossom, I wanted to.” She said, hugging me back. “You should be thanking someone else for getting you all the clothes.” She added
I pulled back, giving her a puzzling look. “Who?”
“Sherlock and John chipped in, they paid half.” She said. I stared back at her. I couldn’t believe that they would do that.
“Really?” I ask.
“Yep, do you want to give them a ring to say thank you?” Molly asked.
“If I can, that would be nice.” I reply. Molly pulls her handbag of her shoulder and on the bench, she shoves her hand in it and digs around until she pulls out a phone. She unlocks it and dials a number.
“It’s ringing, and John will most likely answer.” She said, handing it to me. The phone rings another two times before a voice answers on the end.
“Hello Molly.” John answers.
“Um, it’s not Molly, it’s Clara.”
“Oh hello Clara! How are you feeling? Settling in alright?” He questioned.
“I’m fine and yes, Molly has helped me settled in. Listen John, I was just ringing to thank you and Sherlock for chipping in for the clothes. It really means a lot.” I say.
“It was our pleasure, you are our responsibility too. My wife Mary bumped into Molly at the shops and helped pick some stuff out. I hope you like them.” He said.
“Well can you thank Mary on my behalf please? I really like them.” I ask.
“Sure, no worries.” John says.
“Well I better let you go, thank Mary and Sherlock an d thank you once again.” I said.
“You’re welcome. Have a good rest of the day Clara, bye” John responded.
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The Unknown Child (A Sherlock FanFiction)
AventuraWhen Clara wakes up in a park, she doesn't remember who she is. With only her name, age and knowledge to aid her in her hunt to find herself, what will become of her when she become Sherlock Holmes's biggest and most perplexing case in years?
