He set his wallet, cell phone, and keys on the dresser. He hadn’t realized, yet, that he wasn’t alone.
*swamp monster movie music*
“Lois? Are you feeling all right?”
“No Revenge, or anything like that?”
“Um-hmmm.”
“You want me to join you in the tub?”
DingDingDing!
“You do realize that I’m still mad at you, right?” Clark asked with a raised brow.
Ooooh, could be fun?
So, I was thinking that we could try a different kind of anger therapy.”
Oooh! Poor neighbors.
“That’s not going to happen,” Clark replied, walking towards their luggage.
Party pooper.
“I gave up a year of my life for you, Clark Kent. You have to give me a second chance.”
Umm…Lois, no using the phrase ‘have to’. ‘I demand’ is okay. Or ‘you will’.
“Help me, Clark. Help,” she murmured, sinking into the water, her head resting on her hands. “Help me.”
She’s drowning!
Who would have thought that he’d prefer having a wet naked wife in the tub to being angry to a clothed, dried wife.
“Okay, Lois. Break’s over. I need to know more.”
Oh dear. And
“And it was during this time, you and Clark…” He couldn’t say it, but he was getting angrier by the second. If that other Clark…
Michael
