She regarded herself as a good Catholic, but she was a lot more broad-minded then he was. She could cope with that.She had also been able to tolerate ...is possessiveness and jealousy; at least, she thought, it meant he loved her. She remembered his arm round her as she wept while her mother’s body was lowered into the ground.But now? As she pondered over his insulting invasion of her privacy in opening, but worse reading the letter – her private letter; worse still, his effrontery in answering. When he got to the door, he knocked in the code he had given to Olga. She opened the door immediately and started to nag him about how long she had to wait all alone.Their bags were already packed and she had laid out a new shirt and socks for him in case his had become wet in the melting snow. He told her to put her "new papers" inside her underpants where they could not be stolen easily. She argued that they would scratch her sensitive skin and he laughed at her naïve sensibility. It was. ”“Especially as I’ve seen the Camp’s own blurb which talks about getting there from Kimberley destinations.”“Perhaps the people in Canberra don’t know much about western geography,” Tessa suggested.“I’m sure they don’t! Most likely don’t differentiate the Pilbara from the Kimberley and don’t realize that the Nyoongar Claim is far from both.”They chatted a bit longer while Patrick finished his drink and then went for a stroll in the Supreme Court Gardens.“We won’t have far to go in the morning,”. He smiled, recognizing the name on the caller ID. “Remember me telling you about Joyce, the flirty bowler from down the street?” He answered the phone, placing it on speaker.“Hi Dan, its Joyce Young, I’m glad I caught you at home. I really need to ask you a big favour. Can you bowl with me tonight?”“Why Joyce, this is so sudden, are you asking out on a date to bowl you?” He kidded. “I’m just teasing you.”“We’re short a player and I wanted to grab you from the spare’s list before someone else.