I walked back to my room shaking my head and wondering if I should call the front desk or perhaps even the police.I walked back to my room shaking my head and wondering if I should call the front desk or perhaps even the police. But still the girl they had called Karen didn't seem to want any help from anyone, even though she did seem to be being taken advantage of in some way. She seemed several years older to me than the black girls. It really seemed as if she could have perhaps been their school teacher or chaperone or something, but there was little doubt who was in charge for the moment at least. I had just about decided to call the desk when the phone rang. "Yes?", I answered. "Mister, this is Karen, the girl you just talked to in the hall. I just wanted to make sure that you understand that I'm ok and in no danger. We wouldn't want you get worried about me and have you cause trouble for us." "Well, honestly, I was just about ready to call the front desk. Would you mind explaining to me just what is going on? After all they could be forcing you to make this call or something too, you know." Just then one of the black girls took over the phone. "Hey, Mister, why dont' you come on down to our room and we'll explain it all to you so you won't worry so much. |