Hi Sara!
Chapter 6:
Twice that evening alone he’d heard a cry for help and managed to duck out under the guise of having to use the restroom.
Beer does have that effect.
Superman was required to be at the press conference to meet the Queen. How was he going to get away for that?
He could tell Lois that Superman had invited to take Clark to the press conference. I’m sure it would go over well with Lois.
LOIS:
And he also knew that he probably should tell her before things got too serious.
Like after the kids got into the kindergarten and before they fly off to college?
But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Especially not now, when they found themselves walking through a winter-whitened Glasgow city centre, quietly enjoying one another’s company and eagerly anticipating their first date.
/makes chicken sounds/
“I was asking if Metropolis felt like home.”
“No,” he said with a gentle shake of his head. He reached out and cupped her face in his hands, marveling at her beauty even in the darkness. “You do.”
Awwwwww
He lay there in the darkness long afterward feeling like the world’s luckiest man and the world’s worst coward all at the same time.
He’s Super Chicken!
Michael
