"Seriously? An organ?" asked Lieutenant Saint-Clare.
"Yes, what's so remarkable about that?" replied the Bishop.
"It's just that, when you said you had something they desperately needed, I thought you meant food or medicine, clean drinking water, something like that..."
Bishop François frowned.
"Oh no, they're fine in that department; I think. It's their choir that's in need."
And Michel made a mental note not to make assumptions about his master. Too often they fell apart on impact.