/must squeeze one last FDK in/
She turned off the water and faced him, while drying off her hands. “I don’t know, Clark. Why don’t you fly back to Metropolis and see?”
Clark!
“What? She said that she wasn’t leaving until today?”
Right. Was just yesterday.
Martha wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Because she’s the other Clark’s Lois, not yours.”
He raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. “Mom, please. I know my wife. And that Lois was my Lois.”

Michael