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A small smile crossed his lips. "Wrong brown bag, Lois."

She smiled back up at him. "I figured." She turned back
to the suitcase and pulled out a supersuit. "You only have
one extra?"

Clark situated himself so he was leaning up against the
closet door. He stared off into space and spoke softly.
"No, there's more. I moved them behind the wine rack after
the Diana Stride thing. That's my first one, with the
original cape - I'm getting ready to take them to my mom.
Did you notice the change?"

Lois held the cape up in front of her. "Yes, I noticed.
It tucks more into your suit now rather than outside on
top. I even mentioned it to Perry as a possibility for the
fashion pages." She made a headline motion with one hand.
"'New Trends in Superhero Attire' was my headline, but he
didn't go for it." She picked at some invisible fuzz on
the suit.

Clark looked at her, amazement in his eyes. "I wonder why
that surprises me."

She blushed and picked at some more fuzz. "I was
infatuated."

Clark grinned. "I noticed."

And to me, one night a month with you is better than every night with anyone else.

"Besides, baby," Lois continued softly, "I think you need me as much as I need you." With that she ran her fingers lightly down his cheek. "Please, don't send me away," she concluded on a whisper. "I don't think I could bear it."

Clark pulled in a sharp breath. Lois only ever called him baby when they made love, but in a way, wasn't that what she was doing right now? God, he loved this woman. How could he ever let her go - especially since he knew in his heart that she would fulfill her promise.

"I'm not building you a baseball
field," I blurted, thinking we might as well get that out on the
table.

"Huh?"

"You know, like in that Kevin Costner movie, where the baseball
players come out of the cornfield. Field of Dreams. We're not
doing that here. This isn't even my corn."

He smiled. "I'm not a baseball player... and you don't look a
thing like Kevin Costner."

Well, that was gratifying, even if it was completely beside the
point. "Are you... you know... real?"

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline. "I certainly think so."

I went down the steps and edged a little closer to him. It was
dusk now, and it was getting harder to make out details. "I
mean, real in the sense of being... well, alive."

"You think I'm a *ghost*?"

"I kind of *hope* you're a ghost," I told him.

Mom?"

"Clark?" Martha's mother-son antennae were already quivering with
his first word. "Clark, honey, are you all right?"

"Mom," he repeated, not sure how to continue.

"Clark, what is it?"

Martha waved at Jonathan to pick up the other phone.

"Mom, I've been shot." Saying it out loud made him shiver with
fright. He took some deep breaths to steady his voice.

"Oh, dear God, Clark! Where are you? Do you need help?"

"Mom, it's OK, I'm at home. Lois took care of me."

He wanted to take her out again today! The long wait had been worth it, her dreams were finally
coming true. She lowered her head and looked at him through her eyelashes. "That would be wonderful, Clark. What museum would you like to visit, the Field Museum or the Museum of Science and Industry?"

"I was thinking about the Louvre, actually," Clark said with a grin.

"The Louvre?" she stammered. "The real Louvre? That's in France!"

"Yes it is, but it's still early there and on Sunday they stay open a little later so we'll have plenty of time. We can hit a bistro on the Champs Élysées for lunch and then go wherever you'd like for dinner. It'll give you a chance to try out your new linguistic skills, too." With hope in his eyes, he asked, "What do you say?"

She jumped out of her chair, too excited to sit. "What do I say? Yes!" She ran over to him, threw her arms around his neck hugging him tightly. "Yes! I'd love to Clark; I've never been to France before! Do I need a passport?"

"No, Superman Airways doesn't stop for customs, so no passport is necessary," he said smiling.

She stepped back and ran her hand through her hair. "Of course. I'm just so excited! Oh, Clark, this is great! I've always wanted to visit the Louvre!"

"How much do you see Superman?" repeated Brad.

"Does he ever come to dinner?" added Lisa.

"Come to dinner!" I said. "Superman! No! He never comes to dinner."

"Why not?" asked Lisa. "Doesn't he eat?"

"Yes--well, I don't know. I guess he eats, like anybody else does. But how should I know? I've never seen him."

"You've never seen Superman?" asked Lisa with round eyes. Brad was staring at me and even Mrs. and Mr. Green stopped chewing so they could listen to my answer.

"No! Why? Have you?"

"No, of course not!" said Lisa. "But you must have seen him sometime! Your parents are such good friends of his!" I could only look at her as if she had lost her mind.

Clark turned to her suddenly, a feeling of shame running through him. "I wasn't
really thinking clearly. I should have asked, I guess I was just so confused
about everything..." He rambled off quickly, then let his words hang.

Lois almost reached over to place her hand over his comfortingly, but caught
herself. Clark, however, noticed the gesture. He looked at her blankly, which
in turn caused a twang of sadness to run through her.

"Clark, believe me, it's not your fault that your mind was on other things last
night. You had plenty of other stuff to think about than the hard facts. Hey,
can you imagine what *I* would have been like?" she said with a bark of
laughter.

"Clark?" she asked quietly.

He pulled her into a tight embrace and whispered into her ear. "They have
this place bugged."

For a moment Lois shrank into Clark's embrace, looking blindly around as if
to see the armies of roaches and rats which were surely waiting in the
darkness.

Then she relaxed, finally getting his meaning. It was a sign of the pain she
was in that she was so slow on the uptake. Usually she was a step or two
ahead of everyone else, and it was all Clark could do to keep up with her.

She whispered in his ear. "They have Kryptonite bullets. We have to get out
of here... and warn Superman."

Lois obviously wasn't sure about how sharp the microphones were, and was
playing her bets safe.