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It was a tranquil summer afternoon in the picturesque village of St. Mary Mead, and Miss Marple found herself immersed in yet another intriguing mystery. The local ladies' sewing circle had gathered at the vicarage, ostensibly to discuss the upcoming village fĂȘte, but it seemed that this meeting had a different focus.

The conversation took an unusual turn as the ladies began to discuss their navels. Miss Marple observed this peculiar topic with great interest, knowing that in her experience, even the seemingly trivial conversations often held hidden clues to greater mysteries.

As the ladies exchanged stories about their navels, Miss Marple couldn't help but notice the unease in their voices. It appeared that each woman had a navel-related secret that weighed heavily on her conscience. Some hinted at scars from old surgeries, while others discussed unusual birthmarks. The atmosphere grew tense as they shared their stories, but Miss Marple remained outwardly composed.

Mrs. Blackthorn, the vicar's wife, was particularly agitated during the discussion. She shared a tale of a peculiar navel anomaly, and her voice trembled as she spoke. Miss Marple's sharp instincts told her that there was more to this story than met the eye.

As the evening progressed, Miss Marple quietly conducted her inquiries, discreetly gathering information from the ladies. She discovered that the talk of navels was a diversion from a darker secret that had been plaguing the village for months. Whispers of a stolen family heirloom, a valuable antique necklace, had been circulating, and each of the women present had been a suspect at some point.

Miss Marple, with her unparalleled ability to read human nature, pieced together the puzzle. She deduced that the talk of navels was a deliberate distraction meant to divert suspicion from the real culprit. Mrs. Blackthorn had orchestrated the discussion, knowing that it would cast doubt on the other ladies and keep the attention away from her involvement in the necklace's disappearance.

In a dramatic denouement, Miss Marple gathered the ladies once more and confronted Mrs. Blackthorn with the evidence of her deceit. The stolen necklace was recovered, and the truth about the navel-themed diversion was revealed.

As the sun set over St. Mary Mead, Miss Marple returned to her quiet cottage, satisfied that justice had been served and another mystery had been solved, proving once again that even the most seemingly innocuous topics could conceal the darkest secrets.





Featured Recipe:


FUZZY NAVEL (1)

 1 ounce vodka
 1 ounce peach schnapps
 4 ounces orange juice

 Pour ingredients into a highball glass almost filled with ice. Stir.

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FUZZY NAVEL (2)

 Fill a 9oz. glass with ice add 1 1/2 ounces of peach schnaaps, fill
 with O.J.

 HAIRY NAVEL same as above but with 3/4 oz each of peach and vodka.










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