Ok, Lana? You were a ridiculous nice author, way more so than I anticipated. :p
It had been nearly two months and Clark still didn't remember anything.
BUT THIS?! I finally remembered to whisper-scream in this house and open up a feedback box instead of waking up the neighborhood.
?!
She hadn't told him that they were married.
But still nothing.
And now they were graduating.
Princess of Evil.
"Are you feeling okay? You haven't eaten much lately and you seem pale a lot of the time."
"Just stress, I guess," she said. "I don't have much of an appetite these days."
"If it gets much worse, I want you to come in and make sure there's not something else going on."
And that something else going on...I'll just throw my hands up in the air and leave it at that.
And of course it's that something else. I'm billing you if I end up buying Rogaine for women after this part.
Great part,
JD
