"What's going to become of the old man", says Carl.
"Oliver hasn't said anything so far, but I imagine that he is being charged with mischief for seeking to harm his kid. He'll probably get kicked out of the country."
"It's hard for me to imagine", say I, "That a father would want to harm his son like that."
"Homophobia runs thicker than blood in a lot of African countries", says Francois.
"And I can say from experience", says Carl, "That not all fathers should be trusted around their kids."
"You two at least had fathers". says Francois.
"There is that", says Carl.
"And this is something we all now share in common", say I.
"And what is that", says Carl.
"We are all fatherless."
"But you had a father who loved you."
"Somewhat excessively, yes, but he was a blessing."
"To be excessively loved by your own father", says Carl. "If only."
"And that could be why we're all together now", says Francois.
No one dares to answer him. This has cut just a little too close and Carl now is turning onto the Granville street bridge towards downtown, and we all decidedly now have absolutely nothing to say to each other...
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