“Oh, god, Martha. I didn’t even think of that. In a place like Smallville... You must be so embarrassed. I’m so sorry about all of this. I really didn’t think when I got involved with your son that...”
/imagines Martha and her friends discussing the publication in detail, her friends congratulating her on her son finding a woman of such proven prowess/
“Uhh... well, you know... Good moments. Bad moments.”
“Well, I hope that son of mine is taking good care of you.”
Lois smiled. “He is. He got me roses.”
“Good. If he gives you any grief, tell him I’ll tan his hide.”
Michael
