Pearl appears from the back of the shop. She walks coolly past Faith and takes up her usual position behind the glass display counter. Pearl looks alert and friendly as always when a customer appears. One of the women that Faith saw last Saturday, the older of the two, pushes open the plate glass door and enters the shop. She has a preoccupied frown on her face. She is wearing the same denim jacket that she wore when Faith saw her before. (This time it is buttoned-up to the neck against the chillier weather.) "Can I help you, madam?" says Pearl. "How much are those little cakes in the window?" "Which ones? The Eccles cakes are –" "No, the ones with red hearts on the –" "The Valentine cakes." "Right." "Oh, yes. They're lovely aren't they?" says Pearl. "They're a new line, very romantic. Two forty nine each." "That's a lot, they're only small. Still, they're nice. I'll take one." "Which message would you like, 'For My beloved Husband' or –" "No, the – uh… 'For My Darling' one. That'll do fine." "Very pretty. Thank you madam, I'll just get your change." Pearl busied herself at the till.
