Hi Barbara!
Waves are crashing into the walls of the harbor area, the countless sailboats and yachts creaking with the movement. Honking cars and shouting people chime into the cacophony of noises.
Harbor hideout? Like in The Phoenix? Or simply super hearing?
“A condo that belongs to a friend of Perry,” Lois explains, a hint of exasperation tinting her voice.
He’ll be too busy escaping the police forces to plan his revenge.”
He’s good at multitasking? Now, is he also good at delegating?
Every recovery seems to follow its own rules.
Yes. It’s plot-based.
I remember part of her rant about how she told Henderson that Luthor shot me, but Superman saved us and froze me to preserve my tissue so he could safely take me to a doctor– At the moment I’m not sure I even care.
That’s quite elaborate. How would anyone believe that?
TOGoM:
Oh. Right.
“Then I’ll be out of your hair,” she whispers.
Oh boy.
“Don’t go,” I murmur. “Please, don’t go. I don’t want to lose you…” My heart clenches as I remember that she doesn’t feel that way about me, so I add, “…as a friend.”
Awww… he loves her like a sister.
I can be the friend she needs. As long as she lets me embrace her from time to time, as long as I’m allowed to listen to her heartbeat, I can learn to be content with however much she’s willing to give.
But will he really? I mean, listening in on her heartbeat while she’s on her honeymoon with call-me-Daniel can’t be fun.
“Just friends, sure,” she replies flatly.
She’s not convinced on the whole friendship business.
“I’m beat,” I mutter. “And you must be tired, too. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
She shakes her head. “You should take the bed.”
Oooooooohhhhh!
No sleep floating to get comfortable.
I’m regretting my words almost the moment I said them.
Her voice trembles. “Clark, please, I know I have no right to ask, but would you hold me tonight?”
Awwwwww….
Also
“As a friend,” she whispers. “If you really have it in you to still be my friend, would you please hold me tonight?”
I heave a long sigh. When I’m in her arms, I’m at home. So, how could I say yes?
And how could I say no?
A lot of stuff with heartstrings.
Michael
