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Mo-lester. I guess it wasn’t a very nice joke.

Willa: I am so sorry for your loss, Maria. You know, I never met Mo, but I heard that he was just a great guy.

Maria: Um, Mo?

Willa: Your husband?

Connor: We’re so sorry. [whispering to Willa] His name’s not Mo.

Willa: What? You called him Mo.

Connor: His name’s Lester.

Willa: OK. So why does everyone call him Mo?

Connor: His real name is Lester! It was, I guess I haven’t thought about it in a while, but it was kind of a joke.

Willa: Like what?

Connor: Mo-lester. I guess it wasn’t a very nice joke.

Will: And was he one?

Connor: Oh! God not. Just, old Mr. Fiddlesticks. Uncle Meathands. Dad wouldn’t let us in the pool with him. But you know, the guys of that generation? It was a different time.