I was awoken by Sherlock's voice. "Wake up, Enola," he said. "We're at the crime scene."
I opened my eyes and stepped out of the cab into the darkness. Sherlock continued to talk to John. "Did I get anything wrong?" he asked.
"Harry and me don't get along, never have," said John.
"Actually, it'd be Harry and I," I corrected his grammar.
"Harry and I haven't ever gotten along," he corrected himself. "Clara and Harry split up three months ago, they're still going through the divorce; and Harry is a drinker."
Sherlock smiled at himself. He seemed extremely pleased with his deductions. "Spot on then, I didn't expect to get everything right."
"Yes you did," I said. Then I gasped. "Oh my god, Sherlock's being modest!" Sherlock shook his head and kept walking.
"Actually, Harry's short for Harriet," said John.
"Ohhhh," I said. Sherlock stopped in his tracks.
"Harry's your sister," he said looking at John. John continued walking, not really caring about Sherlock.
"What am I supposed to be doing here?" he asked.
"His sister!" Sherlock said through gritted teeth. He really had thought he would get everything right.
"Seriously, what am I doing here?" he asked. He looked at me.
"I ask myself the same question every day," I said somewhat sadly. We kept walking.
"There's always something," Sherlock said.
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The Tale of Two Siblings (Fabrication #1)
غموض / إثارةSherlock Holmes and younger sister, Enola go on adventures and solve crimes!
