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"Is that cinnamon I smell, or just guilt?" "Both, probably. Sit down, you're letting the cold in." "Did you hear about the Hendersons' prize pumpkin?" "Smashed to bits on the town green. Half the county's been by to gawk. Try the scone. It's still warm." "You didn't answer me. Where were you Tuesday night?" "Here. Proofing dough until three in the morning, same as always. Why, am I a suspect?" "Lucille says she saw a light on in your back window." "Because I was working. Honestly, Lucille sees lights in her sleep." "There's pumpkin pulp on your apron." "It's Thursday. I made pumpkin loaf. Two dozen orders for the church social, if you'd care to check the ledger." "And this?" "Where did you get that?" "Caught on the fence behind the green. Blue gingham, torn at the corner. Same pattern as your tea towels." "Half the women in Marlow Creek own those towels. I sold them at the fall fair for five dollars each." "Then you'll remember who bought them." "…Ada Pruitt bought six. She was awfully keen on them." "Ada, who lost to the Hendersons three years running?" "Well. Eat your scone. We have a visit to make."