I was angered by Mr. Harled Wales. He wanted me to twist the facts of my stories. He wanted me to make her a he.
"Mr. Wales, Miss. Holmes is more than wrothy of praise! She is the smartest person I know! She would win a fight with a boxer! I refuse to change her into this Sherlock Holmes, besides, Sherlock means fair-headed, she won't agree to it!" How dare he ask me to change Shirly's gender, he wanted me to change what made her so good at what she does.
"Now, doctor, surely, you understand, she is single and she is rooming with a man , it would make her look bad. No one wants to read about a scandoulus woman solving crimes, which again, is not a realy a sutible carrer for a woman of her breeding. You can sleep over it if you like, but not one more night." That man was so cold.
"You can go to hell! I'll never let your bloody paper near my stories! I will find a newspaper that will let me write as I like and who will leave her be!" I was out before long, and I walked home to I and Shirly's flat.
When I entered she was lying on the couch. She was 5 feet in length, she had long black hair, and the most beautifull grey eyes you will ever see.
"I told you that they wouldn't pulish them on me being a woman, men just enjoy the idea of being surpereior to their female counter parts, they treat their mothers, wives, daughters, and nieces as little more than decoration pieces, well all except one man." She was lost in thought after that.
"Thank you for that compliment Shirly, but they would publish it, if I changed you into a man named Sherlock Holmes." I laughed as I saw her grey eyes light up with rage.
"Why in heavens name would I let them turn me into oxymoron?!" She was as Shakespear once said, "And though she be but little, she is fierce."
"And make that two men who don't think like most." She smiled, but then it vannished.
"Who's the other?" I asked she was always such a ghostly pale, I always want to force feed her iron supplements.
"Someone who told me that People could do what ever they wanted, if they put their minds to it. I miss him greatly. John, I hate the idea, but we need money, and I can't go back home." She was now sinking into one of her black moods.
"If you want me to, but I should warn you, I will be using that name that I am too afraid to mention in your presnce." She smiled at me.
"Just call him Holmes as much as you can. Make him tall, and guant, and lanky for me aswell."
"Your wish is my command Miss. Holmes, or should I say Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" I narrowly dodged a copy of Edger Allen Poe's The Tell Tell Heart.