"Isn't the tree lovely, Em?" Molly sighed with satisfaction as she gazed at their tree in apartment 221 B Baker Street.
"Quite," affirmed her red-haired roommate, Emilie.
Emilie wasn't as interested in the pretty tree as she was in the wrapped gift.
There hadn't been many mysteries for a while, so she was trying to deduce what Molly had wrapped for her in that box.
"About four centemetres square, and a lid," she mused.
But after a ten-minute lecture from Molly about trying to deduce your gifts,
Emilie agreed to help decorate the tree.
"Quite a lovely tree, Molly, my dear. Quite lovely indeed."
Than to Molly's surprise, Emilie wrapped her arms around her in a tight hug. "Merry Christmas, Lovey," she whispered into her ear. "Thank you so much. For everything. And the scarf in the box. I'm sure it's lovely."
Molly grunted softly, but hugged Emilie back. "Merry Christmas."
"Oh, by the way, did I tell you that I invited my little cousin from England to come live with us? Her name is Amy Watson. I hope you don't mind."
Molly sighed. "No, not at all." But she smiled anyway.
-Catch you later-
-W. Silver B.
