Halloween, Astrology, and a Murder in Time

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Sunrays crossed the hills and entered the row of windows; curtains billowed softly in the breeze as Carrie strolled into Mac's Pizza Pub. She made a beeline to one of her favorite bar stools and plopped down.

She chose the position with an inside view to the kitchen. The pizza ovens staged a show of the cooks plying their craft. Macs Pizza Pub, famous throughout several rural counties, was a friendly gathering place for country folks.

A tall silhouette shadowed the doorway with an offering in hand "Wanna try my new soup of the day?"

Mac didn't wait for an answer. In an instant, he produced a ramekin of some kind of a green creamy soup speckled with chives and cheddar cheese.

"How did you know it was your day to watch me?" She sniggered, picking up the teaspoon he'd laid there on the dinner napkin.

The soup was delicious, and she admired his creativity aloud. Her husband, Peter, was out of town, and the warm nurturing from the owner of Mac's Pizza Pub filled the void a little. Mac always treated her like this.

They started talking about Carrie's favorite subject - astrology. Mac wanted her to cast his horoscope. He wanted to know about the future, which is what most people asked about. A new love in his life, Mac was in a tailspin. He wanted to marry her, immediately.

"She'll be in here in about twenty minutes," he said glancing at the lighted Dr. Pepper clock. "You can meet her, and tell me what you think. She's a nice girl from a nice family."

Right on time, a willowy figured blond passed by the row of windows. Flaxen wisps of her hair caught a snippet of the breeze. In no time flat, the astrology banter included Cherry's astrology information, too.

On their way out, the twosome paused. His arms around Cherry's waist, Mac excitedly made the stunning announcement about their marriage plans.

Carrie knew Mac was a little wild, but, still, she had always seen him as someone with his feet on the ground. They met three weeks ago, and already this?

Arm in arm, the lovebirds practically raced out the door. Carrie watched the autumn light contrast tall profiles in the doorway - their silhouette eclipsed as the door shut.

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