They took me for a car ride.My feet barely touched the ground as they dragged me from the car to Belli's office. I was intimidated, to say the least. ...elli is Italian for beautiful, and was therefore an extremely ironic name for him. He held up a finger at me, and finished a phone call. I didn't know whether to be insulted or glad to have a moment to try and prepare myself. In either case, I still wasn't ready when he hung up the phone."You stole from me Ms. Bell. Can I call you Kathryn?" Uh,. I will need a small grinder and a drip coffee maker with paper filters, not one of those metal strainers, in my room. You can certainly charge me for all that, plus maybe a selection of the local brews in a fridge? I love making beer and enjoy tasting the efforts of other microbrewers.OK now I had him and any other man would have cried uncle and just said 'Yes, sir.' This guy just didn't know when to give up.It had to be ten seconds before he asked: You know many of our churches are not listed. Steel picnic tables, barbecue facilities and a toilet block are available.There are multiple walking trails and 4WD Tracks for those who would like to explore the old workings and tunnels and you can do a little trout fishing as well.Sure ... there would be pamphlets at the Center ... sure the tour guide would know what was what and where was where ... but Abby was excited. Dad, for the first time, was taking her where she wanted to go ... and it wasn’t to the Burger or the Pizza ... it was. “I want it,” Helen announced.“What!” I couldn’t stop myself retorting.“I want it, and you,” Helen added.“But…”“But nothing,” she said, slipping her arm through mine.“I came here with Janie…” I protested. “Don’t worry about Janie,” said Joe. “She was with me until I went away a couple of weeks ago and collected Helen on the way back. Janie’s mine and I’m claiming her back.”“And you are mine,” said Helen as Joe moved away.“Isn’t this sudden?” I asked. “Is it just physical?”Helen’s hand grasped.