Requiem for Moses

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“I’m not asking you to bury him,” she said. “Just wake him.”

The woman and the priest were seated in his office in the rectory. The parish was St. Joseph’s, or “Old St. Joe’s” or “St. Joe’s Downtown.” Easily it was chronologically the first of many in the archdiocese of Detroit to be named after Mary’s spouse.

“To be perfectly frank, Mrs. Green,” Father Robert Koesler said, “I’m not at all sure just what it is you want me to do. May we back this conversation up and start from the beginning?

“Now, I understand your husband died this afternoon. And I’m sorry about that. You have my condolences. We’ll include him in our prayers in the Masses this weekend.

“But … why did you come here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before. I don’t recognize your name as a registered parishioner.”

“We’d better get this out right at the beginning: The name is shortened.” Her tone was snappish. “It used to be Greenberg.”

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