How dare he?
How dare he lecture me?
When he can't even solve his own case
and he lives in a bed of flummoxing papers
and bewildering mold.
How dare he claim I'm desperate?
It is not true.
And this is not fair-
"Josephine?" I spun my head around. "It is you!" Crap
"Tewksbury"
"how are you?"
"good. I'm on a case. Undercover"
"It's the strangest thing. I could have sworn I've seen you here before." he smirked at me. I looked away
"is that right?"
"Well, this is my route through to the Lords." I nodded and looked at him
"Is it?" I know it is but he doesn't need to know that "How lovely. "Well, I... I breakfast here on occasion. it's a lovely place. I'm assuming you know the gardener here." he smiled
"you do know everything" he said, sincerely. we laughed lightly "We've been discussing what to sow for next year's crop." I stepped closer to him. he noticed and started fumbling with his words
"Some f-fine sunflowers. and uh, Sweet Williams... for their lovely v-vivid reds."
"I've seen all you're doing. I read every paper" Tewksbury gulped
"Oh. Well, it's... It's nothing." I put my hand on his arm
"It's not nothing. you're doing amazing" he blushed. "look at you... you're keen as mustard!" he shook his head. I removed my hand. he lightly gasped at the sudden removal "In the society pages. I've read that you are quite the eligible bachelor." I gulped
he shook his head
"Don't believe all you read." he paused "I wrote to you. You didn't reply."
"Oh! I didn't recieve any letters!" I lied. Tewksbury looked confused
"you didn't?" I nodded "oh, well."
"uh... you know I started my own business. A perpetual challenge."
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Josephine Amelia Holmes: Save Me a Dance
ActionIt's been eight months since we last saw Josephine. and a lot has changed. for one, Enola is living with Josephine, Josephine started her own detective agency, and...she ended things with Tewksbury. after a few months of getting only a hand full of...
