Chapter 3
"Clementine, why do you look so embarrassed you got everything right. John is my flatmate and he's happily married to Mary; your mother was the best maid and I was the best man. Don't worry you didn't do anything wrong John and I are just a bit shocked at the extent of your intellect."
"Thanks."
"You're very welcome"
"Clementine, would you like something to eat? Sherlock told me that he needed emotional support which translates into buy lots of chocolate ice cream and chocolate bars so would you like anything?"
"No thanks John, I'm not very hungry."
"That's okay we have dinner at 18:30."
I walk into the kitchen and the able is covered in science equipment.
I walk out.
"That's a lot of science, looks fun"
"It is once you get the hang of it"
I go over to the bookshelf and pick out five books that look interesting to me.
One on advanced physics, one on maths and three Shakesphere books. I will most likely finish them all by tomorrow.
I go to my room to read alone. I'm weird like that. A loner.
I finish advanced physics and maths in two hours.
"Hey Clementine it's time for dinner," John yells.
"Coming"
I run into the sitting room. John has his phone on the table, he hands me a menu from a nearby Chinese carryout.
"Chicken fried rice with sweet and sour sauce and a juice drink please John."
"Sure," he says.
He calls in the order and I notice Sherlock didn't get anything so I go into the kitchen and start to make tea. I make two mugs of it in the way mum taught me. It's easy to tell what way they like their tea.
I carry the two mugs into the sitting room and give John his and Sherlock his.
They both look at me with surprise and drink their tea.
From the looks on their faces I think they enjoy it.
When the take away comes John and I eat of trays and watch the telly.
The people are getting so many things wrong in Jeremy Kyle. I have to bite my tongue to stop from yelling wrong!
The rice was pleasant and the sweet and sour sauce mixed in well.
My mother just died and I'm thinking about how nice my take away is.
Strange. Very strange.
But then I am strange. I'm a weirdo.
"Sherlock, how am I going to go to if I'm being hunted by a ruthless psychopath?"
"Well I was thinking that you could be home schooled by myself or John."
"Cool."
Sherlock Holmes the worlds one and only consulting detective wants to home school me. Mind blown. Wow.
"Thanks that would be really cool."
"It's no problem, but if we have a client you might have to come with me."
"Awesome!"
This is getting better every minute.
"Thanks for dinner John."
"No problem, everyone has to eat."
"I'm going to my room; I'll be there if you need me"
"Clementine?"
"Yeah, what is it Sherlock?"
"When you're done with Hamlet can you leave it on my desk?"
"Sure. Bye"
"Bye"
"Bye"
I walk into my room and pick up Macbeth and continue reading.
It's now 01:27 and I still can't sleep. A few months ago I was diagnosed with insomnia so this is no surprise.
I go into the sitting room and leave Hamlet on Sherlock's desk.
I find pictures of my mum on the wall and Sherlock standing staring at the wall.
"Can't sleep?"
"Yeah I have insomnia so when I can't sleep I read. You?"
"Same but normally I choose not to sleep when I'm on a case."
"What about when you're not on a case?"
"Then there are 3 things that happen; 1 I fall asleep naturally,2 insomnia takes over and I still don't sleep or the dreaded 3 John is fed up of me not sleeping and he drugs my tea."
"He drugs your tea? I didn't think he had it in him."
"Oh he does and he drugged it last night."
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"Sherlock?"
"Yeah?"
"Why do you have all these pictures of my mum and the note she gave me pinned upon your wall?"
"The note is evidence and the pictures help me piece together her life."
"Oh, what have you learnt?"
"Not much apart from the fact that she was very happy and loved you very much."
At this tears stream from my eyes. What he is saying is confirmation of what I had always hoped, my mum loved me with all her heat and actually died for me.
"The man that made her kill herself and who is hunting me down, what do you know about him?"
"What makes you think I know who he is?"
"The way you looked when you read the note, angry and vengeful like he crossed the line."
"Good deduction."
"Thanks and don't deflect the question."
"Everything I know about him may take some time."
"Well I'm not falling asleep any time soon so hurry up and when I say everything I mean it. Don't leave anything out."
"Okay, here goes nothing."
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