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My heart shatters more with every harsh word being said down there, with every gut wrenching sob that shakes her body.
I can't stand it anymore. It's either leave or do something about it.
With these two lines Clark's world of pain comes crashing down. So much imagery fills my mind of the solitary life and empty life he leads. Then the story changes because he starts talking to Lois and calming her down.
And I tell her about my happy days on the farm, about picking apples, collecting strawberries and eating pie. And while I'm talking, her eyelids flutter close.
I smile as I watch the sleeping girl. “Good night, Lois.”
Perfect. It doesn't get better than this.