Lorne sat on a different bench, not far away, fighting a similar fight with his Blackberry.
Lorne didn't want any personal ads. Or romance. Or dating. He was just fine, thanks very much. And since the ads had come out, he'd been inundated with snide and also serious responses. There were a few overzealous patrons he was dodging.
During daylight hours, he was making an effort not to be at Caritas. He was too easy to find there.
So he sat in the park, in a hat and dark glasses, muttering to himself as the phone beeped again.
"Whoever wrote that high-c line should've given me some crackers to go with the cheese," he said, sighing.