Great part, Bob!
If you really do tell nothing but the truth, it would mean you don’t live in a world I understand. No one can tell the perfect truth all the time. At least no one I’ve met. Maybe there’s a saint somewhere that does, but I’ll bet that they don’t have any friends.”
He smiled at her reply. In a more cheerful voice he asked, “What would be the other option?”
Lois moved her hand back to her own lap and let her voice turn serious. “That you were lying right now.”
How true! I'm glad Clark was honest with her and Lois acknowledged it and thanked him for his honesty.
While I was waiting for the evening to end, I got thinking about how easy it was to tell that people were from different countries and regions. Even the Europeans that looked as American as I do acted differently.
Absolutely! When I was backpacking all over Europe with a friend back in 1973, I marvelled at how easy it was to pick out all the Swedes we met. Not even the Danes or the Norwegians looked like the Swedes - I think it had to do with the way Swedes carry themselves, their posture, their style of walking, their gestures, the expressions on their faces - there was just no mistaking them.
So if Superman really looks and "feels" perfectly American, it is a very good guess that he has spent many years in America, and indeed he has probably grown up there. (Although Christopher Reeve looked Supermanly enough for all his own Britishness, if you ask me.)
It was as if he were talking about Superman as somebody else. In a flash of insight, she realized he was. She’d just seen the other guy. The man that she didn’t know. The person who was so lonely growing up. The boy who grew up to be a hero.
Wow! For a moment there, I thought that Lois had figured out that Superman was Clark Kent! She hadn't, though. But she
had realized that Superman was only a disguise and that the other person was the real one. Good enough!
She wished she were the woman that he wanted to impress.
:rolleyes:
“Superman…”
He paused and turned back to her without returning to the roof. “Yes, Lois?”
Now that he’d stopped, she didn’t know what to say. As hard as it had been to hear the things he’d said, just talking to him without an emergency or a crime had been nice. Finally she simply said, “You be careful out there.”
Hah! Hill Street Blues, eh?
Looking forward to part two, Bob!
Ann
