ude turned on his heel and walked off. With a series of grunts and half-formed sounds, August heated up some chicken and vegetable soup for Clark and gave him a small loaf of warm, flaky breath. A draught of cold water washed everything down. Clark was surprised at the meager meal.
Lex is one cheap dude and he passes that cheapness onto his servants. I bet that August the cook is hoarding food and selling it on the black market.
"Profit can't be the only reason those two are allied," he whispered to himself, staring at the letter without really seeing it. "There's a bigger picture I'm not seeing here."
He put the letter away again, for safe-keeping, then crawled beneath the thin, but adequate blankets. For a long time, he lay awake in the dark, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
Whew!
Clark is on the road back to stately Lane Manor! Still he ain't home yet so I gotta think Nigel is only one step behind him. I wonder how that messenger is going to explain what happened to Lord Lex's little missive.
Man, it is a long wait until the next installment!
