There was a curious object residing in the staffroom. It looked vaguely sinister. Miss Drill looked unconcerned which meant it must be an ordinary object, surmised Miss Hardbroom.
'What. Is. This?'
Imogen shrugged.
'It's a divorce cake.'
Miss Hardbroom's blink was a glare.
'A. Divorce. Cake?'
'My friend celebrated her divorce and held a party. Good riddance to bad rubbish. He cheated on her with her boss. And now he's single again. Ha.'
Imogen pushed a photo album over. Constance leafed through it with a frown. A group of tipsy people grinned out from the Polaroids, drinking, flourishing victory signs, dancing on the table flashing their knickers, cake and canapes scattered everywhere.
'There needs to be a party for everything nowadays' she remarked disapprovingly.
'We made a little straw effigy and burned it' sniggered Imogen.
Evidence of that were to be seen in the last few pictures where Imogen's friend was grinning with a thumbs up, a flame of fire spinning up next to her. The next picture was where someone had poured a glass of cognac over the top, lighting up the delighted faces in garish shades.
'I've only just got rid of the hangover' sighed Imogen.
'Well if all of your friends are this frivolous, I don't hold out much hope for the general ordinary population' sniffed Constance, passing it back. The photo of the cake loomed in the background, a black dome. Half of this cake was sitting on the table in front of them.
'Have some. We couldn't finish it all.'
Constance poked at it. It revealed a Victoria sponge. An acceptable cake. She took a sliver and tasted it cautiously. Hm. It was quite good cake. Covered in black icing flavoured with spite and revenge. Not qualities Constance usually approved of. But she'd have a word with Mrs Tapioca about black icing for the refreshments for the upcoming Halloween festivities. She took another nibble. She'd tasted worse.