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Sandra was eating her jello. She couldn’t believe they gave her jello when she was starving. The coffee, however, was amazing. When the nurse cheerfully walked in Sandra asked her about the coffee. "This coffee is great. What is it?” “Instant,” the nurse replied, while humming a tune. “It can’t be. I hate instant.” It was the end of the working day and Philip was driving to St Clair and Dufferin. Traffic was heavy, but it was sunny out and that made it a nice drive. There were still Italian families in the area, though not as many as before. Many had moved out to Woodbridge and other communities north of the City. The Italians took a great deal of pride in their heritage and their successes, after coming here from humble beginnings. There were many now who were quite wealthy. Tomasso had grown up in the area and never left it. He lived at home with his mother and said that all Italians did that until they got married. Philip knew that was not quite true. He knew many who were single and had their own homes, but he wasn’t going to tell Tomasso that.”