William Kienzle - Requiem for Moses

But this afternoon, his mind was numbed by Sophie’s revelations. All he could think of was Moses and Margie and all that had happened to them and their relationship.

Then, as if by magic-a magic that Koesler had experienced occasionally in the past, all the pieces seemed to fall into place.

He knew.

The memorial service concluded. It had been conducted by a clergyman of some Protestant denomination. Koesler could not identify the denomination, nor could he have recounted what the service had been about.

There were only thirty-some mourners. Nowhere near the crowd that had gathered in St. Joseph’s Church for the first of these services. Nor, aside of the widow, were the principals here. Not David or Judith Green, or Bill Gray, or Jake Cameron. Claire McNern and Stan Lacki were dead.

Besides Sophie and Margie, Koesler knew no one else. He guessed that many of those attending were Moses Green’s medical colleagues and their spouses.

Koesler hung back as the guests began to leave the funeral home after a parting word with the widow.

As Sophie left, she gave Koesler a supportive wink.

At the end, Koesler and Margie were alone. There was no need to repair to the alcove for privacy. They had all the seclusion they needed here in the viewing room.

Margie seated herself in an upholstered chair at the front of the room. She gestured to a nearby chair and Koesler took it.

“Did you have a good visit with Sophie?”

“It was very revealing,” he said. “Do you know what she told me?”

“If I had three guesses, I think I would get it on the first try.” She looked completely washed out. It was understandable that she be exhausted.

“I do want to talk with you,” he said. “But if you’d rather not right now, I understand.”

She took a lace-fringed handkerchief from her bag and touched it to her forehead. If there was perspiration there, the makeup absorbed it. “To be perfectly frank, Father,” she said softly, “I would just as soon not go over this with you ever. But … I do owe you. You played a necessary part in this. You wouldn’t let me give you money. If conversation is what you want, you shall have it. But, before we begin … I believe there is some coffee in the lobby. Would you get me a cup?”

“Of course. You take yours black?”

She nodded.

He returned with two cups of coffee.

“Hot,” she said after tasting it.

“Good,” he said after tasting his. “But not up to your quality.”

She smiled faintly. “Let’s get this over with.”

Koesler wrapped both hands around the mug as if to warm them. His hands didn’t need to be warmed. “Sophie said she told you about Moe’s real parents sometime after your marriage because by that time she had decided your relationship would last. I believe her. The proof that you didn’t know before that is obvious to me.”

She looked at him without expression.

After a moment he continued. “I remember Jake Cameron’s telling me you insisted that Moe get an annulment before you would marry him. If you had known then that, far from being Jewish, he was a baptized Catholic, it would have been so much easier getting that annulment. He married a Jewish woman. Surely it wasn’t witnessed by a priest.”

“Moe didn’t know what a priest looked like before he went out with me.”

“But, as a baptized Catholic, he would have had to have his marriage witnessed by a priest for validity. That would have been so easy. Actually, by far, the easiest and quickest reason for granting an annulment in Catholic marriage law. What reason did you use to attack the validity of the marriage?”

“That he denied her the right to have children. There was a good bit of perjury in that case. It didn’t seem to bother either Moe or his first wife.”

“That’s a tough case to prove. If you’d known Moe’s Catholic connection, the annulment would have been granted with a minimum of time and bother.”

Margie sipped the coffee. “Sophie told me along about the time we were expecting David. By then she was pretty sure we were going to make it.”

“You never told Moses.”

“I held it in reserve. With Moe you never knew when you were going to need what weapon. No, I didn’t know about Moe’s antecedents before I married him. That came later. What difference does it make?”

Koesler looked around the room. No one was present or even lurking about. He and the widow would be left in peace. The staff undoubtedly assumed the clergyman was comforting the widow.

“It would have been out of character-at least the impression I’ve been building about your character-for you to have known Moses’s secret and not made use of it. On the other hand, it is entirely in character for you to wait some twenty years before using the secret-and then in a negative way.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Shall I start at the beginning?”

Margie glanced at her watch. “Look, I said I owed you. And I agreed to this chat. But can you spare me the details?”

“I think so. A week ago Monday, I met you for the first time that afternoon when you asked me to wake your husband who had died just hours earlier. Your reason for wanting the Catholic connection seemed logical enough. The immediate family and most of those who might be mourners were Catholic, you said. But still I had to check it out in Church law. You were perfectly content to let me do all the checking I needed. For a person so apprehensive about a requested favor, you seemed pretty confident of what I might find in the current Church law. Also, I found it interesting that you were aware that Cardinal Boyle was winging his way home from Rome. That was not exactly front page news.

“But when I proposed to check through the previous 1918 code, all of a sudden you became agitated-as if this was something you hadn’t expected … something that caught you unaware. Why would that be? Why would you react like that? Was it possible you had boned up on current Church law and knew the answer before asking the question?

“On a hunch, I got in touch with the downtown Catholic bookstore on Washington Boulevard. Yes, a woman answering your description had asked about the current book of canon law. You bought it. The manager thought that noteworthy since by no means has every parish, let alone every priest, bothered with the tome.”

Her nod seemed to imply “one for your side.”

“But actually,” he continued, “I got to know you better in the church before the wake was scheduled to begin. And the image of you, your personality and character, came from people who were telling me about themselves and their relationship to Dr. Green.”

Her left eyebrow arched; he had caught her interest.

“The first reference to you came from Jake Cameron. He told me you had been ‘his woman.’ And that you were not only the cashier, but the ‘brains’ of the whole operation.

“The second reference came from your daughter. She told me that in your rather constant bargaining with your husband, you always came out even or ahead. I think the phrase Judith used was, ‘Mom always gets something, while Dad thinks he won.’

“I suppose a good example might be when you insisted on Moses’s getting a very difficult annulment before you would marry him. A Catholic annulment could not have mattered less to Moses. But you set the tone for the marriage.

“Another example, among many, was when Moses insisted that Judith exclusively date her cousin, Morris. I think the word for him is-or at least used to be-’nerd.’ Moses was after an Amway franchise. You came up with a scheme better than his that got you involved in the business and, at the same time, liberated Judith from Morris.