Fatuous Sunbeams
"Sherlock, if you miss practice you're definitely off the team. Mr. Seamus won't change his mind again."
"I know." Sherlock's lip wobbled and his eyes misted over. "But . . . but . . ." He dropped into a kitchen chair.
Bonnie was torn. Mrs. Holmes had been very clear about Sherlock going to football practice. On the other hand . . . "Let's check your temperature."
It was high.
"Stay. I'll call Mr. Seamus."
Sherlock nodded weakly, and sniffled as he placed his empty teacup in the kitchen sink, and then walked up the stairs.
But he grinned when he closed his bedroom door, and started his computer.