Love,
love the turns of phrase you use in here, Janet!
Loved this bit, too:
And *he* spent a lot of *his* time tucking his foot under a chair rung, or the edge of his coffee table, to keep from floating.
Or stumbling in the newsroom, or shifting around in his chair, or holding onto doorknobs to conceal his… lightness of being.
Lois probably thought he had weak ankles.
Or a terrible sense of balance.
And he’d had to reshape a couple of the Daily Planet’s doorknobs after leaving finger indentations in them.
Wonderful stuff!
Wendy
