Tombstone.
I walked out of the library this morning and he greeted me. “Hi Nat. I thought I might find you here.”
“Uh huh I come here and read in the morning. Miss Trin doing paperwork so I do my own,” I giggled. “Did you bring eggs?”
“No, I didn’t. I um… I sold my chickens.”
“Wanna go get breakfast somewhere then?” I frowned.
“Sure.”
We went over to the hotel and I told her how miss Pet showed us how to crack eggs and put them in the bowl. We worked on making pancakes together and then went to the dining room to eat.
“So Mr. Alex… This Sherlock story going on forever,” I told him.
“It’s a long one?”
“Uh huh. They finding this dead body and a treasure and a... bunch of other stuff with it. And Watson is in love with the girl. Scarlett something. But it just won’t end.”
“Wow that sounds like quite a story.”
“And Sherlock finds out they went through the roof to get the treasure.”
We talked more and then I headed back home to read.
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