The Vicar was extremely agitated to find the note and single bloom on the tomb of Sir Harold.
Now in his fifties, what caused him even more distress was the content of the note and its implications.
He was not a handsome man and had never married, which was partly why he had dedicated his life to the church. Now it would appear he had a secret admirer.
He found himself watching the ladies in the congregation very carefully, but without being too obvious. He was greeted with warm smiles and gentle handshakes, but had totally no clue as to who had left the note.
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