He held it in both hands and stared.
Much to Lois's frustration, she couldn't see his face clearly. She had wanted to share in his reaction. Then his head turned and he looked up.
From the midst of his scrubby facial hair, she saw movement.
A smile?
It was brief.
Fleeting.
But his mouth had appeared to move.
And it *could* have been a smile.
Lois found herself answering him.
Even if *he* hadn't smiled, *she* was smiling.
Thanks,
Corrina.
