Coconut Kit Kat no consolation for crime (Belle)

I had to admit it.  I looked fabulous in this yellow dress.  Although I was working as a teacher in 1940s New York, I also acted as unofficial assistant to my private detective boyfriend.  A good wardrobe was essential.

I was gathering birthday cards with initials on them for my pupils and trying to break a chocolate bar. It took some time to realise why I was struggling.  This was a coconut flavour Kit Kat and needed to be broken into fingers.

My pupil was a witness to to a mafia crime.  No amount of coconut Kit Kat fingers was going to console her.  We were in trouble in this subway tunnel.

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