Run: 2026-02-20-01KHYAPP4FPDJ1616WQP3PE77T

The bell above the door tinkled merrily as a blast of cold air followed someone inside. A cheerful “Morning!” echoed from behind the counter. “Morning yourself. And thank goodness for warm spaces. It’s brutal out there.” “Tell me about it. Heard Old Man Hemlock’s prize-winning pumpkins froze solid last night. Said it was a tragedy the likes of which Havenwood has never seen.” A chuckle rippled through the air. “He takes his pumpkins *very* seriously.” “Poor man. Though, honestly, those pumpkins were monstrous. Blocking half the sidewalk.” A pause, then, “Anything new on the knitting club front? Still at odds about the charity raffle?” “Worse, I think. Agnes is convinced Beatrice is deliberately sabotaging her entries. Claims Beatrice ‘accidentally’ switched her alpaca yarn for something…scratchy. Said it felt like steel wool.” “Beatrice? Really? She always seemed so…refined.” “Refined and competitive, darling. Don’t underestimate a woman with a good pattern and a fierce reputation. I’m taking sides with a double chocolate scone, myself. Neutral territory.” “Good plan. Make that two, actually. I have a feeling I’ll need the fortification.”