“Oh, Jim, please don’t. Please don’t be unhappy about it,” Karina begged. “I want to be friends with you. I want you to help me. But I cannot help it that my heart feels something for Garland that I could never feel for you or anyone else.”
“As I have said before,” Jim said bitterly, “lucky Garland!”
Karina put her hand on his arm.
“Help me! Please help me!”
“All right,” he answered. “It goes against the grain, but I have already thought of what you must do.”
“What?”
“Go out to him. Tell him the story yourself. Actually it kills two birds with one stone. We have to take care of you, keep you out of harm’s way and somehow this complicated tale has to be told to Garland. If we could get through to him on the telephone, which I very much doubt, it is going to take hours to explain, whil
