Hi Mary!
Another update!
“You were born on a planet called Krypton,” his mother said carefully, coming to sit beside him, “but you've lived on Earth all your life.”
/tries to remember/ Did they already activate the globe in an earlier chapter?
His father sat on the other side, practically squishing him between them, and put a hand on his shoulder. “You're a red-blooded American, Clark, just like anybody else.”
Actually, he’s French, but either way…/points at Lois/
CLARK:
“He needs proof,” the man said with an air of resignation. He raised the bat. “This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you, believe me.”
Wouldn’t it be awkward if he had a run in with Kryptonite earlier in the day?
“THAT”—He pointed an accusing finger at the costumes hanging in the closet—“is not a normal guy like anybody else!”
I guess 28 years of upbringing did leave a mark…
He looked back at his mother. “Erm...how?”
One option is to flap his arms up and down really fast.
So, we get Clark tomorrow?
Michael