This picture summarizes something that happened again and again as I was reading the comics as a kid, and what I have also seen in the Superman movies:
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Superman/Clark Kent has left Lois. (She, of course, wouldn't strike a pose quite as melodramatic as this one, but she would feel as abandoned as the woman in this picture.)
Which is why my favorite quote from part 4 of your fic is this one:
“My article was written in the hopes of bringing back a hero to us. A hero who has lost his way, maybe because of the War, maybe because of--circumstance, maybe because…” <<of me>> “…of things beyond his control. The words I wrote were the truth, and I only hope that someday, somehow, they might reach the man---”
She stopped. Through the haze of lights, she thought she saw a flutter of red on the balcony.
He is back. But will he stay? I'm reminded of Sound of Music, and the song that the Nuns sang about Maria:
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!
Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her
Many a thing she ought to understand
But how do you make her stay
And listen to all you say
How do you keep a wave upon the sand
Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand? Let's hope Lois can catch the cloud of Clark and hold the moonbeam of Clark in her hand. It probably helps that Clark loves her. I, too, very much liked Clark's card to Lois and his roses to her, courtesy of Abbey!
Welcome back with more stories!
Ann
