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The Kneaded Knot hummed with the gentle warmth of ovens and the rich aroma of coffee beans. Martha polished a glass display case, a thoughtful frown etched on her face, while Agnes, stirring her Earl Grey, watched the street through the lace-curtained window. "Did you hear about Mrs. Gable's 'Best in Show' petunias?" "Only that they didn't win 'Best in Show' this year, even *after* she spent a fortune on the special compost." "It's more than that. Someone replaced half of them. With marigolds." "Marigolds? But her entry was strictly petunias! And that prize-winning red variety too." "Exactly. This morning, she found a neat row of bright orange marigolds right in the middle of her display. All perfectly planted, mind you." "Perfectly planted? In Mrs. Gable's award-winning plot? The woman practically lives for those blossoms." "She's absolutely beside herself. Said only three people have keys to the community garden shed, and not one of them would touch another's plot." "It's the strangest thing. First the missing library bookmarks, now gardening sabotage. Primrose Creek isn't usually so… sneaky." "It certainly gives one pause. Makes you wonder what quiet mischief will crop up next." "Indeed. I just hope the perpetrators don't decide pastries are next on their list of alterations." Martha offered a wry smile, wiping a stubborn crumb from the counter. "Heaven forbid."