So last Sabbath to the Quivering Brethren. And one among the neighbours had brought in a cake depicting the Last Supper with the Lord and his disciples portrayed in icing.
I forebore to partake of such a cake, deeming that if our Good Lord had wanted us to eat such stuff twould have been the Last Teaparty, not the Last Supper. But the other brethren did eat but none could bring themselves to eat the image of our Lord. I now discover that Hester has retrieved it and is keeping it on her window ledge. The face is shown with notably fairer hair than the disciples.
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