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“Chapter 4 Fr. Francis was returning to Toronto from Parry Sound. His family owned a third generation waterfront cottage at the edge of town, hardly used nowadays. Everyone seemed to be too busy. Spring had barely arrived, and with the climate change, winter was lingering longer than usual. He normally stayed in Toronto, aside from his annual retreat. Because he had been alone at the cottage, he had the time to discern and rest, barely leaving the cottage except for his daily walk. He felt renewed driving back to Toronto. He wondered how long he would feel that way, once he encountered the increasing speed on the highway, in the GTA. He wondered why traffic speed wasn’t controlled more. Fatalities increased with higher speeds. Francis decided to stop at a small restaurant to have a coffee. It was one of the few remaining locally owned diners. Everything is being taken over by large corporations, he thought. He wondered how long this particular ma and pa stop would last? Could they keep up with the costs and change? Would someone buy them out? Francis always did his best to support the local small businesses. “Hi Father, what’s your poison?” “Coffee please: black, no sugar.” He smiled up at the redheaded middle-aged woman. “Coming right up!” She provided him with a matronly smile.