The bell above the door of the cozy bakery jingled as it opened, signaling the arrival of a customer. The warm scent of freshly baked bread filled the air. "You know about theplied to that position, right?" she said, placing a tray of golden cinnamon rolls onto the display counter. "The librarian's assistant job. Molly told me they've been interviewing this week." "Yep, I've got the interview in a few hours actually. I'm pretty nervous." "Oh, don't worry, you'll be great. What even made you think about that job? You've always loved hammering nails." "I know, but... I dunno. I guess I just want to try something new. Plus, I'm kinda tired of always being covered in sawdust. Don't get me wrong, I love a good mystery, but... well, this way I get to solve the mystery with actual books, you know?" "That's fair. So, how are you preparing? Rehearsing, spiffing up your book smarts?" "Not really, suppose I should though. My whole experience with books has been reading them once, then using the heavier ones for leveling wobbly tables." "Well, come on then, I'll give you the CliffsNotes on this town's reading material. First off, Pet Sematary's our most conclusive clue. Second, Agatha Cristie didn't write mystery novels despite her name." "Pet what? And, of course I know the spelling of Christ--" "Pet Sematary, it's a Stephen King book about a haunted burial ground. It's not called that in the book, but half the town spells it that way anyway. That's why you see so manyehmgmypercent signs around here. Anyway, those are your cluest tutorial in five quieks." "Got it. Pet Semetery bad, C-h-r-i-s-t-i spells Christmas. And why the hell do people call them mehgmypercents? The word starts with an H!" "I know, I know, people are silly. Well, you're welcome for the info, but good luck, you'll probably get the job."