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By the time I returned home, my visit with Elizabeth was nagging at my brain. The poor woman. She seemed like the last person on earth to engender hatred in anyone. Fr om what I could see, she lived a quiet, blameless life. I acknowledged I could be wrong, that there was the possibility her husband was involved with another woman. A woman who would want to cause his wife’s death? Horrible thought. But when I thought of the lineup of his transits, I felt the last thing he’d be thinking about would be an affair.
I settled in at the computer and opened Elizabeth’s folder containing her husband’s chart. Given his chart, I considered him a practical, fairly hard-headed person. I checked his transits and progressions more thoroughly than I’d been able to do the day Elizabeth was here. Satur
