1755

"Can someone, anyone please explain to me where we are and how we got here. or am I hallucinating." "You are not hallucinating, dear Lawrence. Simply, I have brought all of you here together with me, though there are still a few missing. But I think that would be Francois coming in through the front door." And so arrives Francois, escorted by a tall, beautiful fair haired woman, or perhaps an androgynous young man, robed in purple and white. Francois appears sombre and rather perplexed as he makes his way towards our circle. "Welcome to the Refuge, faithful and noble Francois", says the young Jesus, springing from his seat and walking over to our African-Canadian friend. He enfolds Francois in a tight and prolonged embrace. "You are above all present here most blessed, excluding perhaps my most famous mother here..." "Well, that's what they all call me anyway", says the old woman laughing. "Please, seat yourself here next to my mother, good, dear Francois"