Gabriel entered the bakery, dressed in black cassock and roman collar, and a black coat over it, for it was cold and rainy. He was still getting to know the people in town. He knew those who regularly attended Mass now, but they were few. Some of the wealthy parishioners had even stopped coming, although he had seen two new working class families. The bishop had already sent him an angry letter telling him he was draining the parish of its resources and that whatever the problem was, he needed to fix it. Gabriel had meant to write back and ask the bishop for advice on how to get a camel to crawl through a needle's eye, but he had figured that that wouldn't help him in the long run, and so he hadn't replied yet. But Gabriel wasn't going to stop trying to improve some things in town, and this visit was hopefully part of it.