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A Halloween Alibi
Murder mystery
“Mac, I really don’t want to do a Halloween party.”
Mac looked at his wife over the rims of his glasses. “You’re still cute when you try to cross me.”
Jeannie stood up from the dining room chair as quickly as her fifty-plus knees could push her, “Joseph Macadam, we finally have the house to ourselves and you want to clutter it up with people.
“Well, if you put it that way,” Mac laughed. “Aw, honey, it won’t be that bad. Just some neighbors and a few old friends for a couple of hours. We can ask them to come in costume, bob for apples…all the fun stuff. And no more virus issues — reason to celebrate!”
Jeannie sat back down again and stared at her husband. “I swear that not all the kids are out of the house. I still have a twelve-year-old living here.”
Mac giggled, snapped his newspaper, and bent down to read it again. He’d won. Whenever the twelve-year-old comment appeared, he’d won.
Jeannie signed. “Okay. But no more than fifteen people. Understand. That’s all.”
“That’s all.” Mac had a hard time suppressing a wide-grin.
Jeannie was down for the count and she knew it. She got up and went to the desk in the dining room, bringing back a notepad and pencil. “I’ll start the guest list. But…”
