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The bell over the door jingled, a sound as familiar as my own heartbeat. “Is it true? About the lemon drizzle cake?” “Every crumb. Mrs. Abernathy swears she saw him take the entire tray.” “But why? He’s the vicar. He gives sermons about honesty.” “Apparently, his sister is visiting. It’s her favorite. He claims he left a ten-pound note by the register.” “Did he?” “A five. Stuck under a scone. The man is a saint, but his arithmetic is a sin.” “So we’re short five pounds and a cake.” “And my favorite spatula. It vanished yesterday. The blue one.” “The one you use for frosting? Now that is a genuine mystery.” “It’s probably buried in flour somewhere. The money, though… do you think we should say something?” “To the vicar? He’d probably confess from the pulpit and cause a scandal. Better to let it go. Just add an extra slice of lemon to his usual order next week.” “With a gentle reminder about the price of butter these days?” “Exactly. Now, what’s that smell? Is something burning?” “Oh, no! The shortbread!”