That Super Man of Mine by Wendy Richards
Clark looked at her reaction and realized that he had to
keep going and he had to make it as gentle and caring as
possible.
"Can I see the stone that Superman gave you?"
"Stone?" Lois asked incredulously.
"Yes," Clark said. "The stone that's in your pocket."
Lois had promised Superman that she would keep it safe, and
there it rested in the pocket of her favorite sweater. She
removed the unique piece of Brazilian quartz, whose color
under the cyc lights seemed to radiate an even more
beautiful pink glow than it had when Superman had first
given it to her, and handed it quietly to Clark.
"This stone symbolizes love," he said to her.
"Clark, you don't think that I'm in love with..."
"No," Clark responded softly. He smiled at her and looked
down at the stone. "Friends...they cherish one another's
hopes. They are..." he read aloud.
"It's not finished," Lois told him. "Superman..."
Clark lowered his glasses and two red beams emerged etching
the stone. He handed it silently back to Lois.
"...kind to each other's dreams," she read.
"Lois, I'm..." he started.
"Superman..." Lois whispered, staring at him.
Clark paused, looking at her as she took all of this in.
"How mad are you?" he asked.
Lois felt the knot in her stomach intensifying as she
thought of how Clark had lied to her--the made up excuses
when he ran off, the not being there when she needed him to
be, and how he should have trusted her enough to have told
her. <The remedy for love is to love more,> she thought.
