Joan watched her sister make herself comfortable on the leather seat that was normally occupied by Sherlock and gave a sigh. “Harry.” She mumbled sadly as she noticed the elder woman’s hand shake. “There are other things that you can do to get over this. That we can do together to get over this.”
Her eyes trailed to her sister’s face, observing the features for a few moments. “We could create a bucket list then complete it, or we can go to swim sessions. The endorphins from the exercise will make you feel ten times better than alcohol ever will. And you’ll have a great body at the end of it all.”







