Hi Barbara!
I can’t believe it’s been almost three years already since I first met her.
Time jump!
Three years since Dr. Lane offered me a job at his hospital.
He’s fantastic with triage of fractures. Never once sent up a patient to casting (sic) who hadn’t had a broken bone.
And I really feel bad about imposing on you now, but Ellen and I are going through a rough time.”
Nice euphemism!
I know. I’ve seen the reason with my own eyes. Long, shapely legs, a slender frame and a very enticing cleavage.
I’m sorry, but the writing is funny even if the subject matter is not, so
Did you finish that homework already?”
“It’s sooo boring,” Lois complains.
That’s not a ‘yes’.
Before either of us can say anything else, Lois starts tugging at my arm. “Come on, Clark. I want to show you something.”
Did she discover the mystery of the missing garden gnome?
away from her parents who – as far as feeling loved goes – are more absent than mine.
colder than a corpse!
“They’re fighting again, aren’t they?” Lois’ soft voice pulls me back to my immediate surroundings.
Does she know about his hearing? Does she still believe he flies?
“It’s not as easy as described in fairy tales – the prince kisses the princess and then they’re happy ever after.
Or, because those fairy tales were set in the Middle Ages, where the life expectancy was 40 and women had a fifty-fifty chance with each childbed. So, statistically, love could easily hold a lifetime.
. “I mean, Peter promised Wendy a good time in Neverland, but then she had to do all the work and take care of the Lost Boys and when she got homesick, he was angry because he wanted to keep her all for himself. And they fought.”
Translation: the guy took the girl to his place, showed her a good time, and then she got stuck with taking care of the children, the house, and he got miffed when she told him she was going to see her mother. After all, he didn’t do anything!
I shouldn’t even think it – but I do love her. She was my sole connection to the real world when I was living alone and detached from everything else.
This is probably all very innocent, but reading it with the familiar names and emotional history of show and fics, oh boy.
“I care about you too.” I say past the lump in my throat. “However, I’m a little old for you, don’t you think?”
Now, one could note that she’s in the marry-her-father age.
slowly unfolding it until I can see the silver thimble in her hand.
Awwww… right. Title. For a moment there I was expecting a crystal, knowing fully well that the lead up was completely wrong.
A huge grin spreads across her face. “What do you think? A kiss, of course. It’s for you, at least until I’m old enough for you to give me a real one.”
also, based on the creepy scale, she’d have to be 27 to match his 40 for it not to be creepy.
Merry Christmas! Thank you for all the Friday treats! See you during catch up!
Michael
