Scrutinizing Lois, she said, “Honey, I don’t see why you’re here. You look great to me. And what would your daughter think? What type of message are you sending her?”
Lois held back a chuckle, wondering how this woman kept her job. Under different circumstances, she’d even agree with her opinions. Yet her fifteen-year-old daughter, Cassie, completely understand Lois’ actions.
“I hope you’re at least doing this for you and not for some man.”
After the technician performed the injections, she left the room.
Lois unfolded the photo again. It kept her focused.
It wasn’t her appearance in that photo that had frightened her most.
It was Clark’s.
