A light and surprising ghost story about a kid who works weekends in the bakery:

I had a Saturday job at the haunted bakery, where they can’t keep a Saturday girl for love nor money. But it wasn’t haunted when I worked there.Thirteen and a young thirteen, I spoiled their window display by putting cakes in the wrong places. Or tripped non-accidentally while carrying trays so I could gorge on the smashed creamy delights, eclairs being my favourite.

This story goes to some unexpected places. Gapper pulls some fun tricks here.