Fun part, Nancy! It had some of everything, internship articles, superhero-issues, Clark issues.
“Like what?” I asked. “Or are they a secret?” Lois paused, clearly trying to decide whether or not she could tell me. “I won’t steal any of them,” I told her, then wondered if I wanted to hear them. If she had several and I promised not to steal them, that was several ideas I was eliminating. What if I found one of them on my own later? If I didn’t know that Lois was considering it, it would still be fair game. Not that it was likely that we’d think of the same thing, but maybe…
Foreshadowing?
“Something like that,” I smiled at her voice. “I thought maybe we could go off campus for dinner. A guy in my art history class mentioned an Indian place nearby and said there’s a really nice coffee house next door that has live music on Fridays and Saturdays.”
O-oh, something tells me you're either going to have Clark leave her on the date, or leave her in suicide slum, allowing her to get into a real pickle.
“Yeah, she is. Ever wish you could play a musical instrument?” I asked, trying to remain focused on the here and now with Lois rather than the guilty feeling in the pit of my stomach as I pictured the people in Florida hurriedly packing up as many of their belongings as they could.
Knew it
But I didn't expect him to stay. So I guess it's going to be the slum-thing?
“Help!” A voice called from somewhere outside. I glanced at Lois, but she hadn’t heard it. I guessed it was coming from further away than I had thought. I tried to shut off my super hearing and focus on Lois. “Help!” the voice called again.
Already?
“Mmmm hmmm…” she replied, caught up in what she was doing. Now if only she could stay caught up as long as I was gone.
This doesn't sound too dangerous for now, so is Clark going to get out of this one last time before you drop he big shoe?
Michael
