Who ate the cake?

Who ate the cake?

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On Friday afternoon, mother bought a chocolate cake for dessert that evening. At three o’clock she went home and left the cake on the kitchen table, before leaving again to finish her errands. All of her children would be home from school by four o’clock and her husband would be home at five. At five thirty, when she returned, wholesale replica designer handbags, a large slice of the cake was missing. Everyone was at home.
There were no knives, forks or plates in the sink. Whoever had eaten the cake had cleaned up afterwards. Mother quickly wrapped the cake in opaque wrapping and hid it in the refrigerator.
During dinner, mother watched her children and her husband to see if they seemed unusually full. Albert, the older son, always ate a lot for dinner. He had two servings of everything. He was too busy eating to talk. Beatrice, the older daughter, seldom ate much. Tonight was no exception. She told everyone about what she was reading at school. Charles, the younger son, seemed more interest in feeding the dog under the table than eating. This, however, was not unusual, though it was forbidden. Debbie, the younger daughter, hardly talked at all during dinner. This was unusual. She didn’t meet anyone’s eyes when she did speak. Edward, wholesale designer handbags, the father, asked each of the children about their day. Only Debbie was reluctant to talk. Fido the dog stayed close to Charles instead of going to the others to beg for food. This was unusual.
After dinner, mother said, “there were exactly six servings of dessert and one of you has eaten your share already. Whoever did it will not get any tonight? If none of you will admit it. Then we’ll all go without tonight.
“Oh mom,” said Albert, “that’s not fair.”
“How do you know that you didn’t eat it and forget?” asked Edward, smiling at his wife. “How are you going to find out?” asked Beatrice.
“It’s simple, wholesale coach handbags,” said mother. “I will ask you.”
“Well, I didn’t “say Debbie, “so you don’t have to ask me again.”
I was playing baseball with john until five,” said Albert. Conveniently, john lives next door.
“I was working at the super market this afternoon,” said Beatrice.

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