1- Goodbye
"Bye, Papa!" cried a little girl as she ran up to her father.
"Take care of your mother Julia while I am at work." He responded, picking up the smiling girl.
"Remember John," said a beautiful woman who had come down the front stairs, "Be home by dinner. Julia has a surprise for you."
"Oh, you do?" he said, tickling the child.
"You'll see, Papa!" she giggled as her father set her down.
"I will, Mary, don't you worry." He said this as he backed out the door of the Watson family home.
As Doctor John Watson was walking to his office, he was thinking about how he had met his lovely wife, Mary. It was all thanks to his dear departed friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, the man who had given his life to defeat his cunning nemesis, Moriarty. He was to be named Julia's godfather, but probably to his displeasure. The Watsons had tried to keep Julia, their three year old daughter from knowing about Holmes. But how can you keep a child who could read and write at the age of two, from knowing about the greatest detective in history?
"In history…" He sighed as he entered his office and sat at his desk.
He heard the door open and looked up to see a book seller walk in. "I heard you might be a needing some books, for your collection." The man pointed to where Watson kept the notebooks he wrote in during his friendship with Holmes.
"No, I am not in any need of any books, now please leave." Watson ordered, pointing to the door.
"Not interesting in buying books for your wife, or your child?" the man asked with a queer twinkle in his eyes.
"How?" gasped Watson. "Get out this instant!" he then shouted, actually frightened.
He turned for just a moment when he heard the voice he had been longing to hear for three years, "Come now Watson, I have just arrived, and you are trying to throw me onto the street?"