Passing the 'Spice and Nice Bakery' I noticed some packets of unidentified brown chips. A man was standing behind the counter looking bored. He wore a flat cap and a scarf emblazoned with red spiders sitting in the middle of white webs. I opened the door and went in to investigate further. 'Coconut and sugar - very nice', he told me. A younger colleague emerged from the back room, 'and ginger - delicious', he added. I agreed that they sounded tasty. 'You're going to like them - guaranteed - share with friends'. It sounded like an offer too good to be refused and, at one pound fifty, a reasonable price. I handed over my change and used the opportunity to ask my question. I checked whether or not it had an 'h' and then found found myself demanding why. 'I'm a Christian', he said by way of explanation, 'or I'm not a Christian but my parents were Christians. I used to go to church all the time as a child'. 'But not any more?' I said in an attempt at joviality. 'Alright', he replied, signaling an end to the inquisition.
Although lacking in friends with whom to share them, I have cracked open my packet of coconut bites. They are a strange mixture of fudge and nut - quite nice but I'm not sure I could eat them all.
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