Stephane:Mon père (My dad). He was a great man. A cook in the French Army during the Seven Years War. He marched all across the white North, feeding Louis-Joseph de Montcalm and his officers. Cooking them feasts from sticks and berries. When the Commander-in-Chief opted for open conflict instead of manning the battlements of Quebec, every man was called to arms, including my father. He died on the field. But I’m told he fought ferociously. It matters little. He’s gone now.
Connor: He would be proud of you.
Stephane: This is my one hope – that he smiles upon the choices I’ve made.
Happy Canada Day to our friendly northern neighbor!
I just hate that she’s going through this. I mean, she’s such a good kid. She’s so nice to everyone, she cares about everyone. And she’s walking around in this unbelievable pain and there’s nothing I can do about it. She still won’t talk to me. She won’t tell me what happened.