Watson heard the sound of an entire fiction magazine being crumpled in the adjoining room.
He returned from the cottage kitchen, tea in hand. "Holmes?" he queried, with a cheery and heartless grin.
His partner's if-looks-could-kill glare had not lost one iota of its intensity in thirty years. "Watson," Holmes ground between his teeth. "You wrote about me ... taking a case ... to look for an old woman's lapdog?"
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Date: 2017-10-07 07:06 am (UTC)***
Watson heard the sound of an entire fiction magazine being crumpled in the adjoining room.
He returned from the cottage kitchen, tea in hand. "Holmes?" he queried, with a cheery and heartless grin.
His partner's if-looks-could-kill glare had not lost one iota of its intensity in thirty years. "Watson," Holmes ground between his teeth. "You wrote about me ... taking a case ... to look for an old woman's lapdog?"