Dear Folks, This may be the dumbest thing I've ever started out to write but as usual my mind won't shut up at this late hour and insists that I at least to give it a shot. So here goes. For the past few days I've been reading my newest murder mystery, "Sympathy for the Devil," a Culinary Mystery by Jerrilyn Farmer. It's a serious murder mystery but lighthearted at the same time. The story opens with Madeline Bean who has managed to get her catering business up and going over the years to the point where she's catering the biggest Hollywood brunches, lunches and A-list parties for the rich and famous of Hollywood. As the story opens, she and her partner Wes and their assistant Molly (and about 30 others of the cooking staff) are in the throes of putting the last-minute touches on the exquisite gourmet food that will be served to about 500 guests amid the most ghostly and scary Halloween effects that could possibly have been created. All created by Madeline and her staff. I'll skip the part where there's a very last minute disaster with the delivery of $13,000 worth of crates of truffles that she ordered that turned out to be crates of earthworms. Nonetheless, after a few phone calls, the earthworms were eventually delivered to the bait shop and the bait shop turned over her crates of truffles. Moving right along, all of the guests were enjoying themselves with drinks and the gourmet food when things got a bit tense. Their host Bruno was spouting off his big mouth again, especially toward his good-for-nothing grown sons by a few wives of his. Frankly, none of the guests liked Bruno in the least. It was just that he was a big time movie/TV producer and they were sucking up to him because they were in the same acting/producing game as he but on a much smaller scale. After the food was set out and the guests were enjoying it plus the non-stop availability of Champaign and other drinks, there was a horrible scream out on the wooden dance floor under a tent. It was Bruno's latest wife Lily screaming and standing over him as he writhed on the floor in agony unable to breathe. A few moments afterward, he stopped breathing and just lay there, dead. In other words, that's where the murder just begins and Madeline the caterer finds that she's right in the middle of it. The coroner's report on Bruno showed that he had died of strychnine poisoning! Before I continue this book report let me know if you're interested in my continuing to write the Readers Digest version of the book. vee