I received a text this morning from my good friend Olivia (whom I don’t know) telling me about a fabulous job offer. I could work remotely from home for only 30 to 60 minutes a day and earn $200-$800 for the day. What’s not to believe?
I’m more concerned with Jane’s reaction to the doctor wanting to ask questions. She looks like she doesn’t want to answer them. Could she be responsible for Tarzan’s coma? Maybe he finally got the bill for the shopping spree she went on in Nairobi however many years it’s been.
Um, Tarzan was born around 1880 before there were airplanes. My memory is a little fuzzy on the details since it has been so long since I read the books, but I think his parents were marooned on the west African coast by a mutinying sailing ship crew. Or else the ship sank and they washed ashore. Pretty sure it was the mutiny. Otherwise they wouldn’t have had all the supplies, complete with books with little bugs. And his father’s Magic Knife.
To paraphrase the Thing: “It’s pit-digging time!”.