"I'll ask Mr Hobson toaddress things like that to the students during one of the meals. Sincewe have a smaller number of students, we've yet to have a...student enquireabout another religion. I'm surprised we haven't had someone enquireabout having a Catholic Mass, as that's one of the other large religions.I'm sure it will be something that will be addressed in future years." Is anything special happening on Christmas Day?" asked Helen."Since we have the American's with us, I've heard there will. There was the extended family, including Alicia.Oh, Alicia; if only ... Now, not only was she still not mine, she was no one's. Alicia had passed away last ... well, earlier THIS year from cervical cancer. The cancerous growth had not been detected early enough, since no one would have believed that someone as young as she would develop it. If it had been detected early enough, and if she could have had a complete hysterectomy, she could have perhaps lived many years longer--even decades. Now. “Bella.” he muttered, trying to show strength.“What did you call me?” she muttered, almost like a little kid when her parents had first used a pet name.“Bella.” he muttered again. She frowned and sat on the edge of the bed.“Why did you call me that.” she half asked.“Its… a beautiful name.” he told her. He supposed it was, but he still struggled to say it in relation to this insane woman beside him. She may be attractive, but no one that evil could be beautiful. He saw a brief glimpse of longing. I blushed more.I set the suitcase on the bed. Beth smiled. “Gerald, unless you and your dad want to see my lingerie, you might leave.” Dad and I left to sit in the living room.“Dad, is this okay?”“Quite. She’s a beautiful girl and quite smart. She thinks the sun rises and sets on you. It doesn’t.”I smiled. “I know. She truly makes the day brighter when she’s in sight though. You wouldn’t believe how she looks in a bikini.”“Probably not. It seems you’ve seen her in one.”“Yes, sir. Last Saturday,.