Chapter Forty Eight
He had fun at the Smiths' for dinner. He spent as much time as he could with Rissa. Whenever a crime would pop up, Rissa would ask him questions about it. Sherlock would always point out that his deductions would be a lot better if he could actually seem the crime scene. But he'd play along anyway. They would deduce other people, and she would learn from him. She became nowhere near as good with deductions as he was, but she helped him. Like when she had pointed out that the boy didn't have a textbook. He not only noticed their features, and the clues surrounding him, he started to notice what was missing.
But he never spoke about his theories on her father. While he thought that she was in on the secret, he didn't want to provoke her or ruin their friendship.
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The dinner was fun. We sat at the table and talked. Sherlock told us about Mycroft, and how he was learning to play the violin.
"Rissa knows how to play the piano," the Doctor said. I was surprised that he knew that about me. I only played near him once.
"Not really," I said. I wasn't being modest, I was being truthful. "I never finish a song, because I find I new song I want to play instead. And I've never had lessons. It takes me a while to get through sheet music. I mean, there are some good songs that I can start but I can never finish the song. I've never learned the end to any song. But if you could teach me violin, that would be awesome. Maybe I'll actually finish through with that."
"Alright," Sherlock said, but he was looking up. "Is that a samurai sword?"
We looked behind us. I had put my samurai sword that I was given in Ancient China up on the wall.
"Yeah. It's mine," I said, kind of rubbing it in and showing off at the same time. Samurai swords are awesome.
"Why do you have a samurai sword?" Sherlock asked.
"Why not?" I shrugged. "Well, truthfully...I got this first, but then I...uh...lost it. And then I completely forgot that I even had it in the first place, much less lost it. And then I got this awesome bamboo stick that I can twirl around and beat people up with. But then I lost that, but I found my sword again, sooo..."
"You know you ramble a lot?" Sherlock asked.
I nodded. "Yeah, I've been trying to restrain myself. When I'm excited, I either talk really fast, or sort of just stand there shaking with really wide eyes." My eyes widened as a thought occurred to me. "Wait a second, who are you to be talking? When you're on a roll, you don't stop."
Dinner was fun.
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