Hi Barbara!
Hope you’re feeling better soon!
She should be out celebrating instead of spending her sixteenth birthday at home with her sister.
Yeah, well…
I look at the pitiful package in my hand, suitable perhaps as a birthday present. As a farewell gift – not so much.
Should I tell her that I’ve decided to go back to drifting after I broke up with Lana?
/Psst/ it’s called ‘floating’, not ‘drifting’ what he does in his sleep
That I believe it’s easier to upend my roots altogether than continuing to live in the same city as Lana or move to Metropolis where Lois is so tantalizingly close?
If he says it like that, he might give the wrong Impression.
Lois rolls over onto the bed and stares ahead at the ceiling. She looks way too unhappy for someone who just turned sixteen. I just can’t deliver another blow.
Loophole!
“Happy Birthday.” I mumble into her hair.
“I’m so glad you came,” she whispers, her voice cracking with tears that she’s managed to keep in until now.
At least one person remembered? Also, saying farewell on her birthday, that would not have gone over well.
There’s no room here for someone like Trask who’s desperate for a way to get rid of Superman.
Her gaze drops to the package in my hand and the bitter lines around her mouth soften.
Poor sixteen year-old dear!
“Where are you taking me?” Her eyes sparkle like they did the very first night I met her.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
No matter how dire life is, it needs a little fantasy.
/Points at fanfic/
wink at her. “Past the second star on the right and straight on ‘till morning.”
Awwwww
Looing forward to the next one, obviously!
Michael
Edit: reading Evie's the FDK, I guess I must have been more tired than I thought because, pen! notepad! flying!
