Summer 1986 • Vol. VIII No. 3 FictionJuly 1, 1986 |

Some Enchanted Evening

Even though Maggie Evans had been the secretary at Sam DiCielo's small accounting firm for seven years, she had never been to the boss's house. So she didn't mind when she was awakened early that Saturday morning and asked to come right over. She could always catch up on her beauty sleep. Besides, it was like right out of the movies to be called at a quarter to eight by a handsome-sounding detective who said he needed her to identify the bodies. As soon as she arrived at the DiCielo house, Maggie knew that she had overdressed—but better "over" than "under," she thought while she watched herself shaking hands with the three men who came out to meet her. With her free hand Maggie fiddled with the large, heart-shaped earrings which had been a gift from the boss's wife, Muriel Fontaine. Maggie had seen her only once, outside the office. It occurred to her that Muriel had looked like somebody, but she couldn't remember who, not then, not now. Maggie was escorted to the basement,

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