Run: 2026-09-03-01M1KC8TTM90JB00AYBFEHY2AY

The cinnamon rolls are late this morning. Ovens been temperamental. Ever since the power flicker last night. Power flicker? I didn’t notice anything on Maple Street. You wouldn’t. It was just here, around three. I came down to check the breaker box and saw a light on across the alley. At three in the morning? In the back office of the antique shop. Not a flashlight. The real thing. Maisie never opens before ten. Did you call her? I did. She said she’d been asleep since nine and hadn’t set foot in the shop. Sounded rattled. Maybe she forgot to turn off a lamp. Then who turned it off? Because by the time I put my glasses on, it was dark again. Could be a timer. On a lamp in the office? She doesn’t have one back there. I’ve done her taxes. Maybe you should tell Frank. I already left a message. He’s busy with the thefts at the farmers market. The honey thefts? Gone again this morning, apparently. Two jars of clover and a cash box. Why would anyone steal honey and leave the cash? Exactly what I said. You’ve got flour on your chin. Don’t change the subject.