Francis was about to start the fire but he pivoted on his toes with the speed of a dancer to look in the basket. "Oh yes!"

He was giddy with excitement to see what the constable could possibly be bringing to them. When the small cloth was moved, the man perked up like an excited bird.

"Oh! Dessert!" He immediately reached in to snatch one of the golden sweet buns with the tell tale cross pressed into their tops. "Still warm!" He gasped in surprise. "Wonder if he bought these or made them himself."

The man was about to pop it into his mouth, completely ignoring the small card placed among the food. If the priest read it, it was written in crisp neat letters:

Father Richards,
I hope these find you well and help you recover. Get well soon and return to helping those who look up to you and rely on your strength.