“Are you worried?” Brianna’s chiming voice asked over the
phone. “Because they probably just got wrapped up in a case and forgot that we
exist.” She trailed off realizing Mary might not understand. “I mean, I’ve
startled Sherlock a few times. He’s come in, sat in his favourite chair and
jumped sky high when I enter the room. Sometimes he looks at me for a moment
before he recognizes me.” She laughed as if she was telling a joke, but the
story sounded too real.
“He’s actually forgotten you?” Mary asked. Brianna sounded
natural but Mary was scandalized on her behalf.
“Why do you think I painted the “Your wife lives here” painting I hung by the door to our flat?”
-Brandolyn
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