<strong>Jim</strong><br/><br/>Jim cleaned up the popcorn and glasses and got himself ready for bed when the text from Ali arrived.  He picked up the phone quickly hoping it was from Bree, but no such luck.  Jim read her text and though for a long time before responding.<br/><br/>"Ali, don't worry about me.  I don't hate you.  We'll talk, later.  For now, worry about Bree.  Until you can make that right, don't expect much.  Jim"<br/><br/>Jim knew he was being rough on Ali, but he had created a very tender spot in his heart for Bree, and Ali would need to make it better before he would consider her explanation.  It was a shame about Will.  He had thought him a decent fellow.  Until now.  Now, Will was dead to him.