Well Shayne, you've outdone yourself again!
“I’ll be there for her,” he said. The look in his eyes was convincing, filled with remembered pain.
“Just…don’t shut me out,” she said. “She’s my daughter, and I don’t want to feel like the third wheel. I want to be involved in any decisions.”
“So no taking her to Paris without you,” he said. At her expression, he grinned. “I can be anywhere in the world in under two minutes. It might take thirty minutes with passengers.”
I'm over the sexual tension and *the secret* between Lois and Superman. I just want him to come clean with her. But I get the feeling that Lisa will figure it out very quickly.
His expression became carefully neutral. “The first time I flew was the night we met. I was seventeen.”
Metaphorically or literally?
“I have a present for you,” it said. “I made it myself.”
Dangling from its bony fingers was a familiar piece of jewelry. It was a bracelet, and it looked just like the one her mother had, the one which had been so fascinating.
The wheelchair clicked forward as the figure said, “Go ahead…take it.”
Lisa stared at the bracelet, and almost involuntarily she stepped forward.
She wanted the bracelet, but her mother would never let her keep it. Still…maybe her wouldn’t mind if she held it for a while.
What could it hurt?
No Lisa!
What exactly is Joshua up to? Whose side is he on. Can he be trusted, really?
Shayne, this was awesome and I do hope that you post the next part in haste!
~Sheila
