Well, of course, Lois. Like everyone else, you weren’t looking at his face.
“Perry, I just remembered... I was supposed to pick up a... prescription for Lois at the pharmacy this morning and I forgot. I’ll be right back.”
Better than the usual excuse.
“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have *called* you like this. I’m fine. Or mostly fine. I’m just a little out of sorts this morning.
Here we go again…
“Mr. Kent? May I have a word with you?” the doctor asked him. His lips were pressed firmly together in a taut line.
“Yeah, sure. What is it? If there’s anything I can do to...”
“Her condition could be permanent.”
So much for subtlety.
Blunt. But Clark needs to know.
but it was a feeling about a memory.
Don’t you just hate those feelings about a memory?
