Larry said sarcastically as soon as the guard shut the door to the private visitor’s room. “Don’t, Larry,” Jennifer began. She wanted to say more, but her courage failed her. Larry started to say one thing, changed his mind, and shook his head. “I’m sorry. It’s just with the trial starting…I just thought you’d visit more.” Jennifer did not answer. She turned and walked to the far end of the narrow room. Larry followed her and touched her arm. “I said I’m sorry, kitten. I’m all wound up.” “I know,” she said quietly. He had lost weight, and he looked sad and defeated. She did not want to hurt him any more than he had already been hurt, but she knew she would have to. “Larry, I don’t know if I can go through with it.” Larry paled, just staring, his mouth partly open. “What…what do you…?” “It’s no good. They’ll see that I’m lying and it will make it worse for you.” “No. No. You’ll do okay,” Stafford said desperately. “Nash believes you, right?
