Gabriel bent over to pick up his own cup, but regretted the movement. He put some milk in his tea, an moved back much slower, with the cup in hand.

"Father Kemble was planning to hire a trained choir director. Our choir is..." He stopped there. It had been a waste of money in Gabriel's eyes, but he could nevertheless see where Kemble was coming from.

"There's also the Christmas baskets for the poor. Let me see, Cathechism could be organized more efficiently, and then in turn we were backing McPadraic's project, what was it called..." the one with a ridiculously long name. "Something about getting orphans and street children a proper home."