Disclaimer: BBC's Sherlock belongs to various persons and corporations that are not me or associated with me. This piece of fanfiction is written with the admiration and respect for the original work. I claim no ownership of the show, Sherlock, or its accouterments. No profit is made from this material, now or in the future.
Mrs. Hudson still liked to have tea with her husband on holidays. Even if he was dead.
"You'll never guess!" she told the skull sitting by the teapot on a heart-shaped doiley. "I actually rented out 221C!" She waited for his reply. "Oh, you're just grumpy that you were wrong. Said it'd never happen; no one could rent that basement out. Said I could never do anything. Of course, you also said that you were smarter than Sherlock Holmes. Well, you were wrong about a lot of things, weren't you dear?"
She smiled and nodded her head, sipped her tea.
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