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"It is a fairy-tale city," Watson insisted "Look at those doors" Our cab was descending a bumpy brick road, and every few feet we passed one of the metal doors, reinforced with spiny rows of hammered-in nails "I wonder what’s behind them"

"On this street? Souvenir shops" I disliked it when the term "fairy-tale" was bandied about Most often it was used to mean "whimsical" This is inaccurate In fairy tales, the forest ss you up like a dinner Your parents wrap you in a cloak and set you loose in the dark Everything happens in threes, and only the oldest child survives As a younger sister, I particularly resented that last ilass, if you’d like," I told him

He rolled his eyes, but I could tell he was pleased "Where are we staying?"

"Somewhere far away from all this madness Someplace sensible"

"Define sensible" The nurses had stuffed hih painkillers that he was able to talk without pain He was, it seee of that fact

"My brother found us a bedsit flat near the auction house"

"A bedsit"

"It was quite expensive"

"Holmes, we’ll be on top of each other"

"It doesn’t have any s, either, so it’s entirely safe"

"No s?" He flung an arm toward thefor emphasis "The city’s all lit up like a storybook Toue And you rented us a studio apartinally a maintenance closet"

It was only the two of us in this car; Lena and Toether, we’d arrive at the auction separately For his part, August said he’d find his own place to sleep He are that Watson and I had fought, and I i us the chance to kiss and make up

"I hate you," Watson said to me, emphatically "What is it with you and closets?"

"They’re often quite clean And if they aren’t, one can usually find cleaning supplies in them"

"Holmes--"

"Actually, I booked us a room in an Art Deco hotel," I said, and moments later our car pulled into its circle drive I’d always pridedhilasses Let the seen<ins class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>