A visit to Mrs Malloy’s Magical Cake Shop had always been a fond childhood memory for Marie. Upset by bullying at school then a trip to Mrs Malloy’s would cheer you up. Suffering with a grazed knee? No problem, a cake from Mrs Malloy’s would make you feel instantly better.
“If you believe in magic,” her mother would always say, “then the magic would always work.”
Whether it was magic ingredients or not, it didn’t really matter, Mr’s Malloy’s cakes were always the most delicious around.
Now years later here she was as a middle-aged woman, stood in front of Mr’s Malloy’s Magical Cake Shop again. She was amazed it was still here. After all, Mrs Malloy must have been at least a hundred back then!
“I’m her granddaughter,” explained Louise Malloy, as she handed Marie a boxed Génoise cake. “My mother kept the shop on and now it’s fallen to me. But…”
“But?” asked Marie.
“Well, times are tough. I’m not sure I can keep it going. People seem to prefer all the big chains nowadays.”
“What would it take to save it?”
“A rich investor,” sighed Louise, shrugging. “Know any?”
Marie thought of her mother, and how much she had loved Mrs Malloy’s cakes. How it was fate that on the day of the reading of her mother’s will she should stumble upon the old cake shop again.
She smiled. “Maybe I do.”
Until now, Marie had had no idea how she would use such a large inheritance.
The word of the day for 25 November 2022 was “génoise.”
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