Wendy, due to some colossal twist of fate [I swear those last three words were unintentional, and I would delete them except I thought they would amuse you (g)] I managed to completely and utterly miss the fact that you're posting a new story!!
I'm *so* angry with myself, and as soon as I found out I hastened to read.
In the words of Julia Roberts. Big mistake. Big.
Huge. I really love angst, I don't know if anybody noticed, most days I have it pouring out my ears
but I really think you may have killed me this time
I don't want to clog up your comments folder by catching up with the five parts I managed to stupidly miss :rolleyes: so I'm just going to point out one thing -
It was happening already.
Her body - her nervous system - was already giving up on her.
It had to be. Otherwise she’d just have heard Clark tell her that he was Superman.
Maybe I really am evil after all, because... um... even in the middle of all this beautiful-horrible-makes-tears-well-up-in-my-eyes-you're-MEAN angst, I was rolling around at this
So, ahm... if I were to... mistakenly send a package of Curlywurlies to the wrong address in Canada *cough*... would you make Lois better then...? Please?
What if I asked in Irish? Would that help?
I absolutely adore this - you've got me completely and utterly hooked. More!!!!!!! Soon!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sara
