Hmm, sounds like I need to check out that monkey story. :p
Anyway, here's another clue. Hopefully, I'm not living in Obtuseville this round.
"Lois..." He looked down at their hands, then back at her. "This isn't a real marriage."
The tender expression left Lois' face and she snatched her hand
from his. "No. I guess not." Why did Clark have to bring that up
and look so pathetic, reminding her that he secretly wanted more? With her ambivalent feelings rising again to the surface, she got up and started to the kitchen, eager to put some space between them.
Clark followed, not quite understanding why he was being so
perverse, yet unable to stop his hurtful words. "Come on, Lois. I
think you should be honest here. The only reason you're doing
this is to save my life."
She spun around to look at him. "I could do that without marrying you," she hissed. "Babies are born everyday without the security of marriage."
And here's another one thrown in just for some measure.
When Dr Klein was alone, he stared down at the file in his hand in disbelief. He'd just told The Man of Steel that he was
seriously ill and the magnitude of the situation was threatening
to overwhelm him.
Clinical work was certainly not his specialty; he'd long ago
realized that dealing with people was something he wasn't good
at. But he'd do anything at all for Superman.
"Cancer," Bernie mumbled absently as he rose from his stool.
"Wow."
Cheers,
Jen
