Oh, I know this one!
It\'s All About The Raisins by Gerry Anklewicz.
Here's a part from a story I love:
Sleep eluded her as she'd listened to the voices on the radio. Twice she'd been tempted to change the station. And twice the emotion in the man's voice had stopped her. He sounded so sincere, as if he really cared about this woman. His confessions were so intimate that Lois almost felt as if she were eavesdropping on a private conversation. But something about his voice had piqued her
interest. His accent. The way he used words. The reverential tone of his declaration of love. Why didn't anyone speak that way about her? Why did she spend her days absorbed with her work and her nights immersed in sappy television dramas or sensual romance novels, vicariously searching for her Prince Charming?
"...in the middle of a job interview when she stormed into the office and commandeered the room. I still remember what she was wearing. It was a black suit with a pin-striped skirt, slit on one side. The jacket had a large plaid and her blouse was black with a flowery design. Her
eyes sparkled bright with excitement. And her movements were decisive but graceful. She was in her element, caught up in the chase and hot on the trail of something. Something about her reached out... related... . Ramonah, I can't put it into words but we connected. Or at least I did. I knew at that moment that she was the one."
Lois sat up as the caller described a day she remembered well. She'd barged into Perry's office after Samuel Platt's visit to the Planet. Clark was there. He'd risen from the chair when she had entered the room. This was her partner she was listening to. The man she'd worked beside and whose shoulder she'd cried on and whose declaration of love she had rebuked. And yet here he was, announcing to the world that she was the one.
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AnnaBtG.
