CHAPTER 12

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Professor Leon Moskowski had been professor of Syrian Literature at Western State University for the past three years, and for the same period of time, an active member of the Polish-Jewish Anti-Defamation League. His wife, Honey, whom Hoss quickly dubbed “Honey Buns,” was a passionate collector of antiques, ranging from eighteenth-century whiskey bottles to Louis XIV furniture. Professor Moskowski lamented, “She is now into antique cars, specifically a rebuilt Model A sedan. She’s already put ten thousand into it. My dear wife,” the professor said, patting Honey’s hand, “only wants to recreate the past. Don’t you, my child?” Honey smiled. “Only what was good and grand about the past,” she said, in a voice ten years younger than she was. “I think it’s a worthwhile creation,” she said, lo

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