Unless you wouldn't mind one of those frozen dinners, but it's been in the freezer for... a while. I'm not sure it's good anymore. I mean, they don't go bad, normally, it's just that I opened it one night and didn't get around to--"
LOL! Poor Lois...
She followed his gaze over to the picture frame on her end table. The photograph wasn't facing them, but she knew well which one it was--her and Clark in the newsroom. She loved that picture. But why was Superman...
He wasn't asking. His eyes had dropped from the frame already and were staring down at his wrist where the spandex met skin. "Never mind," he told his wrist before he looked back up at her. "So, you were saying something about charities, right?"
ARGH!! I hope the photo gets to play a part in the revelation that is
hopefully coming very very soon.
She knew lots of things about Clark. She knew she could call him her best friend and mean it. And she'd thought he could say the same of her. But what kind of best friend never said anything about building closet space for the local superhero's wardrobe? And what kind of best friend took off without notice or explanation during such a time as this?
Uh oh. Poor Clark. First he loses his memory, and then he's in trouble for rooming with...himself.
Another great part, Sara. This is so much fun that I, for one, won't complain if you want to make it five parts...or six...or whatever you can get your muse to produce.
Caroline
