Great final!!! I don't know whether to clamour for a sequel or not. There are still many issues our favourite couple has to deal with, but, from the way you leave them, I think they can handle just about everything.
Thanks, Olympe. There's no sequel in the works. (Actually, I'm so immersed in the next project(s) that I forgot there was feedback still on this one. Thanks to James for pushing me back on the boards.)
Doesn't help against someone who can come in through the window... But Clark wouldn't do that, would he?
You had me laughing out loud on that one. Hey, you are going to tell us all what 'Bien sure' means, right? The only language (other than English) that I really speak is sign and I didn't use that one.
Sorry, Darcy; sorry, Sheila, but I'll leave the revelations for another story.
The fudge royal ice cream and the doule fudge crunch bars...didn't Lois realize that she had been set up? It was hopeless after that.
You've heard the one about the way to a man's heart...? Yeah, Clark has, too.
Thanks, JoJo and all my readers, for all the feedback you did leave. You're a real encouragement to me.
Welcome, Carol. I'm glad you liked the date and Mayson, but that's all she wrote.
Nan, you're the queen of the sequel. I bow to your supreme fanfic prowess.
Welcome, BJ. You have a great memory. Of course, Lois had mentioned her favorite ice cream in passing and picked out Double Fudge Crunch from the vending machine. That was her fatal mistake.
My hats off to you, DJ. You are a fantastic beta reader--that great blend of seven parts encouragement, two parts of grammatical correction and one part, "Say what?"
Hello, Supersweet. I'm honored that a lurker would picked my humble story for feedback. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Classicalla, you were much more prompt with your feedback than I was. On the other hand, I'm two-thirds of the way done with the next story.
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Of course she wasn’t getting all gussied up, like she had for the big interview.
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Bet you knew I’d like that, huh?
You're so easy to please.
Also, about the headline... there was no way I was fooling my intelligent readers. (In fact, I was surprised you, as a group, didn't see Lois's lifestory for what it was two seconds after she started. You all are a hard group to surprise.)
Thanks, JD.
Funny, I always look for drinkable milk in my freezer, too...
That's because your muse puts away the groceries in the most unusual places. It's a good thing we have a lock on the pantry or the milk may end up there.
D8a cringed. His Muse was smiling. "I'm brainstorming with Elisabeth, nightly."
That's what we're calling it these days. Honestly, if you all knew what a great timetwister of a story he was writing, you would all clap your hands and say, "I believe in muses. I believe in muses."
Thanks, all. I'll be seeing you on the next story.
Elisabeth
