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- 5 -Folks were boiling with excitement at church that Sunday. It wasn’t every day that a member of the Moose Willow community died under “unusual circumstances.” Clarence “Weasel” Watkins, though not a Methodist nor the most respectable member of the community, was nonetheless a resident of Moose Willow and this abrupt departure from his mortal husk was unsettling. Nearly as disruptive was the presence of Mother, who drew clusters of people more pleased with her visit than I was. She patted her hair at regular intervals, smiling and making modest gestures as old friends lavished attention upon her. Mother’s visits seemed to breathe life into everyone but me.
The excitement in the narthex was of no concern to our choir director, Hannu, who was having a meltdown because two key memb
