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peeled potatoes into the pan.
    â€œThe children are awfully quiet today,” he said. “Do you know what they’re doing?”
    MaryJo looked at him with a bewildered expression.
    â€œThey didn’t come meet me at the door. Not that I mind. They’re busy with their own concerns, I know.”
    â€œMark,” MaryJo said.
    â€œAll right, you see right through me so easily. But I was only a little hurt. I want to look through today’s mail.” He wandered out of the kitchen. He was vaguely aware that behind him Maryjo had started to cry again. He did not let it worry him much. She cried easily and often.
    He wandered into the living room, and the furniture surprised him. He had expected to see the green sofa and chair that he had bought from Deseret Industries, and the size of the living room and the tasteful antiques looked utterly wrong. Then his mind did a quick turn and he remembered that the old green sofa and chair
were fifteen years ago, when he and MaryJo had first married. Why did I expect to see them? he wondered, and he worried again; worried also because he had come into the living room expecting to find the mail, even though for years MaryJo had put it on his desk every day.
    He went into his study and picked up the mail and started sorting through it until he noticed out of the corner of his eye that something large and dark and massive was blocking the lower half of one of the windows. He looked. It was a coffin, a rather plain one, sitting on a rolling table from a mortuary.
    â€œMaryJo,” he called. “MaryJo.”
    She came into the study, looking afraid. “Yes?”
    â€œWhy is there a coffin in my study?” he asked.
    â€œCoffin?” she asked.
    â€œBy the window, MaryJo. How did it get here?”
    She looked disturbed. “Please don’t touch it,” she said.
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œI can’t stand seeing you touch it. I told them they could leave it here for a few hours. But now it looks like it has to stay all night.” The idea of the coffin staying in the house any longer was obviously repugnant to her.
    â€œWho left it here? And why us? It’s not as if we’re in the market. Or do they sell these at parties now, like Tupperware?”
    â€œThe bishop called and asked me—asked me to let the mortuary people leave it here for the funeral tomorrow. He said nobody could get away to unlock the church and so could we take it here for a few hours—”
    It occurred to him that the mortuary would not have parted with a funeral-bound coffin unless it were full.
    â€œMaryJo, is there a body in this?”

    She nodded, and a tear slipped over her lower eyelid. He was aghast. He let himself show it. “They left a corpse in a coffin here in the house with you all day? With the kids?”
    She buried her face in her hands and ran from the room, ran upstairs.
    Mark did not follow her. He stood there and regarded the coffin with distaste. At least they had the good sense to close it. But a coffin! He went to the telephone at his desk, dialed the bishop’s number.
    â€œHe isn’t here.” The bishop’s wife sounded irritated at his call.
    â€œHe has to get this body out of my office and out of my house tonight. This is a terrible imposition.”
    â€œI don’t know where to reach him. He’s a doctor, you know, Brother Tapworth. He’s at the hospital. Operating. There’s no way I can contact him for something like this.”
    â€œSo what am I supposed to do?”
    She got surprisingly emotional about it. “Do what you want! Push the coffin out in the street if you want! It’ll just be one more hurt to the poor man!”
    â€œWhich brings me to another question. Who is he, and why isn’t his family—”
    â€œHe doesn’t have a family, Brother Tapworth. And he doesn’t have any money. I’m sure he regrets dying in our ward, but we just