Oooh, we're at the angsty part now. Clark and Lois and Lana and Joe are all miserable. And Lois is vomiting!
It was a bad idea to tell Lana that it wasn't his baby. (Although I can see how Clark fell into that trap). You just know she'll blab it out somewhere. Remember, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Whoa! Where'd the "Davis" come from? Am I missing something?
"I love you," I whispered again.
"I know. But you have to go back to your wife before we do something all of us will regret."
Lana being noble? Doing the right thing? Is this the Lana we know and hate? Is her anger going to grow and simmer slowly until it comes to a toxic, volcano-erupting boil?
And then, when I was so ceremoniously draped over the toilet, he finally decided 'a bit' was up, and Clark walked in the door.
When I was done retching, I wiped the corners of my mouth with a piece of toilet paper and asked him, "Where have you been?"
Please, please, tell me that Clark will say something like, "I've been breaking up with Lana", or "I've been telling Lana that we can't see each other at all anymore." Start communicating, Clark! Don't let Lois wallow in misery anymore.
