Well argued, Sherlock. But only if you take the same route home.
Oh, dear.
"The same way home," I say.
He hasn't bought the house next door, has he?
"Asta, I completely forgot to tell you. This is Dr Lewin Meros, our new neighbour," my mother introduces him.
This time, to my surprise, he doesn't shake my hand.
"Haven't we met before?" he mocks, raising his hand to his chin.
So he wants to play. And to my regret, I'm on the losing side. For now, of course.
"Where was it again?" he continues artificially, as if he can't remember.
I am so annoyed that I want to rip his tongue out.
"Hospital," I almost scream, as if I've been stung by a bee.
My mother looks at me in horror.
"I mean, they could have seen me at the hospital," I continue, calmer this time.
"Exactly, where else," he replies, alluding to the cemetery, of course.
The cemetery, where he will end up if he carries on like this.
I force myself to smile at the man, who again gives me a razor-sharp look of thanks.
"Lewin, you remember Tom?" my brother Ewin interjects.
"You mean the Tom who helped us with the ride?" he asks him.
Ewin nods.
Lewin, Tom and Ewin? They know each other?
I know more than half of my brothers' colleagues, but Dr Stalker?
My mother and I exchange confused looks.
"Ok, we can work this out, Ewin".
"You two know each other?" my mother asks.
They nod to each other, synchronised.
Is he praising this guy?
Wait, then he would have started his studies at the age of 13 ½. Lauren had his A-levels at 14, but still had to complete the standard six-year course. However, he was allowed to apply for a year's reduction. So the theoretical part was four years and he is now doing his practical year.
Wait, but this guy is in his last year before his specialist exam?
How many years has he cut off?
My mum is really asking all the questions I should be asking today.
It's fantastic that she's probably thinking the same things I am.
He nods.
"Oh," my mother starts.
"I guess you're the only prodigy next to Lauren," she continues.
I can barely hold back a chuckle. He raises his eyebrows a little in annoyance at the one next to Lauren.
Still, he nods dutifully, smiling at me instead of at her.
Does he really think I care about his age?
I'm ashamed of myself for worrying about him.
My phone vibrates.
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