|"I know what you did." The cut out letters stared out from the page. Janet's hand was shaking. Her daughter, Maria, just back from kindergarten, stared at her white face.
"Whatsup?" she asked, hugging her teddy.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Mummy just gotta phone Aunty Nell." Down the phone line "Did you get one too?" The mom's network began a ringaround. Twelve of the fourteen mother's had received similar letters.
"How did she know?" Janet asked Rebecca, the last on her call list. The 'she' in question was the author of the missives, Miss Carstairs, the kindergarten teacher.
"We forgot to check the wrapping; it had the bakery logo on it."