“A lovely night, Mary.” The man had a low nasally voice. “Air crisp with the coming cold. Look at the magical colors in the leaves. And the moon, when have we seen it so full?”
A birdlike voice replied. “It’s beautiful, Liam, so full and illuminating. Almost like our first night together, remember?”
A small chuckle. “Halloween and you were dressed as a the good witch, all in white.”
“And you were the Vampire, ready to bleed me blue.” She turned toward her husband. “You asked for my hand and I gave you my heart. Mmm...such a wonderful night.”
They gazed contently over the field. Liam turned to his mate.
“Mary, may I say I've never wanted another woman?”
“You are still so sweet.” She paused, “I certainly never needed another man. Even old, you were clever and reliable. I'm so thankful we died in each other's arms. I was …