Hope you like this... Thank you all for reading my story. ~Lil~
Sherlock was enjoying his morning tea when he his mobile rang. Looking at the caller ID he smiled. "Mrs. Hooper, how are you this fine day?" he answered.
"I'm well, Mr. Holmes. But there is no need to sweet talk me this morning. I'm actually calling you for a favor," Molly's Gran replied.
Sherlock was immediately intrigued. He liked having Maggie Hooper in his corner and if she owed him a favor... all the better. "You simply have but to ask, Mrs. Hooper. Surely you know that."
"Hmm, why do I have a feeling that I'll come to regret this?"
Sherlock just laughed.
"All right. There's this... gentleman," she said.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow. He would have thought that this had something to do with Molly, however he could tell by the tone in Mrs. Hooper's voice that she was speaking for herself. "A friend of yours?"
"He could be," she replied.
"And I presume you'd like me to gather some information about him. Find out if he's..."
"I'd like to know if he's got a half dozen old women scattered about the country side eagerly awaiting him each week, Mr. Holmes. He seems too good to be true and I'd rather not to lose Molly's inheritance to some swindler." She paused. "Though if he's on the up and up, well, I'm too old not to have a bit of fun, don't you think?"
Sherlock had heard quite enough about his friend's grandmother and the fun she planned on having. "I'll need his name and any other information you might have, Mrs. Hooper."
"I'll text it to you."
"You text?" he asked.
"Of course I do. I'm old, not an idiot." She huffed. "I'll send you his name, mobile number and the address I have."
"You think he has more than one address?" Sherlock questioned, wondering just exactly who Molly's gran had gotten herself mixed up with.
"I don't know, that's what I have you for. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a Zumba class. Give my granddaughter a hug next time you see her, I promise it won't hurt." Then she rang off.
Sherlock went back to his tea, though he couldn't help but be at least a little bit jealous of Mrs. Hooper's seemingly busy social life. For a woman in her eighties she appeared to be having the time of her life.
Hehehe... Molly's gran is sassy! ; )