Clark grinned sheepishly again. “I…wrote her letters all summer.”
His mother pressed a hand to her heart, the giddy excitement on her face morphing into something more serious. He worried for a second she might cry.
“Letters?” she said.
Letters are so romantic! (Sighs deeply) Martha appreciates the importance of putting pen to paper, so much better than e-mail. I remember sending Ted letters scented with perfume. Sadly, they were lost in a move, but oh, what fun I had writing them!
“Yeah, I’m fine. Of course,” she said quickly.
“You’re not,” he insisted. “Something’s wrong. Is it work? Are you frustrated about the investigation? Or is it something else?”
“Clark,” she said softly, reticent, and he wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t want to talk about it or if it was something he had done.
“Lois, talk to me,” he said.
“I miss you,” she said, and he smiled at her non-sequitur.
“I miss you too,” he said. “I wish-”
Oh man, this is true romance and angst at its best. Long-distance romances are difficult, yet in this instance, Clark can change all of that just by telling her the truth. Oh, that has to happen soon right? Right?
Annie, you can see am dragging out reading this perfect story. Please, when is Book Two arriving on the the boards?
