Wow! Those really were some terrific pain pills. He was now dreaming of Lucy Lane. He could live with that. She was much prettier to look at that Tommy Garrison.
A wavering smile came to Clark’s lips as he wiped the back of his hand over his eyes. He wanted to go inside and give that Martha and Jonathan Kent hugs like they had never received
There, silhouetted on top of the barn, stood a tall man.
Oh, who could that be?
The same man who probably fixed the fence in the west field, repaired the sprinkler, mended the stall doors, and planted her a vegetable garden. It was most likely the same man who had brought her strawberries in early June, raspberries in early July, and blueberries several weeks ago.
Aww, he's so nice
“So, there’s no more denying it. You have Superman as a secret admirer,” her husband said with a twinkle in his eyes to let her know he was teasing.
“That’s quite a romantic tale you’ve weaved, Jonathan,” she said, kissing his cheek. “Maybe you should take up writing romances.”
I loved the part with Martha and Jonathon.
