Ok, I'm doing FDK for 43 then 44. What a genius plan 'eh?
Poor Lois was going crazy in the car ride with Clark. I would too, but for different reasons
Whatever it was . . . it hurt my little baby. She was sick with fever, pain . . . but . . . the next morning she woke up and . . . it was over. The doctors could find no sign of cancer, and you can see her now, just two weeks later. It . . . it was a miracle.”
Poor little girl. I can't imagine having a sick child. I can't imagine what was going through his head wanting to get a cure for her. Wow, what a spin on this tale.
She looked at them intently through her red-rimmed eyes. “How can we condemn this? Whatever he was doing—he saved a little girl’s life. Even if it was . . . funded, or supported by some crazy government group . . . Isn’t a little . . . illegal medical research worth that? Isn’t it worth the life of my little girl?”
Clark looked away, and Lois could see his hands pale and clench. He didn’t—perhaps he couldn’t—answer.
I can't either. Man.
Great job. I'm glad that I was able to read it. It was actually able to grab my interest for more than three seconds. I seemed to have lost all ability to concentrate on reading lately. Well anything for that manner and being able to finally escape into something was releaving.
THANK YOU!!!!
