“Well, his stiffest competition wasn’t even nominated.”
“No, not the whole time. I walked in when you were denying being Clark Kent.”
I'm not sure if I should say 'Bad Clark' or 'atta boy'.
“...by the hack for his partner!”
Did I already say '
'?
“Oh, yes. There was your little disappearing act as well, wasn’t there? I tell you what Clark, if you make me go through another night like this, I’ll rip out your spleen.”
Makes one almost wish Clark wins another one. OTOH, next year they will get one together and if Clark vanishes, she's know why. She might still kill him, though
Great story, Alisha. You've got to put a tracker on your muse.
Michael
PS:
I think this story re-defines 'horribly late',
Umm... I'm not so sure... /sneaks away/
