“How much time does it take to get over something like this?” Clark asked
“It’ll take as long as it takes,” he smiled grimly and continued,
I like that he has Wayne to turn to. Very good giving him a support system through him.
“Lana!” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice. “What are you doing here?”
He heard the sharp click of a lamp switch and then suddenly the living room exploded into life. Standing by the couch was Lana Lang-Daae.
The exquisitely turned out woman before him bore very little resemblance to the upwardly mobile professional girl who’d departed on a simple, yet important museum assignment for Zurich two months earlier. In her place stood a fashionably attired young woman of means; from her perfectly coiffed hair and make-up to the delicate night blooming floral scent of the classical French perfume, Guerlain Shalimar.
She smiled, and without a hint of remorse said, “To see you of course.”
Oh, hellllllll NO! Kick her out NOW!!!!
