mrs pink sat down to eat a cake . in itself there is nothing unusual about that, after all she eats cake on quite a regular basis, usually this happens around teatime. but, sometimes, on those days which she refers to as “special occasions” (for reasons she refuses to elaborate on) she will lock her door, close the shutters and stick some candles atop a huge frosted cake, baked the day before. then she lights the candles and turns down the lights.

and then, after staring into the flames for a while, she will start to softly croon “to you, to you” and reply to that in a sing along voice “to me, to me”. after some more staring into the flames she then blows out the candles, turns up the lights and commences to eat the cake.
hours later, when the last crumbs have been disposed off to her satisfaction, she will reopen the shutters and unlock the door.

it is on days like this that she usually finds a little note, pinned on the door or stuck underneath it, written on perfumed blue paper in an elegant and graceful hand. it reads “knocked, but you didn’t answer, were you out? hope to see you tomorrow at teatime. LT”.
she has never given the lady a reasonable explanation for these “absences”.