For lack of a better word, the interaction and banter between young Lois and Clark was precious!
Martha's heart clenched when she saw the glassy look in the mother's eyes. Was she just a little ill - a cold - or was it something much more sinister. Did the mother know? Did the girls know?
You handled Ellen's 'condition' with grace and class, nicely done. Martha could pick up on it easily.
The flap opened and out stepped the nice lady who'd talked to her mother. Behind her came the young boy. He looked up and met her eyes then smiled and lifted his hand to wave as he walked off. As she raised hers back he mouthed out a 'bye'. The elf led her inside but she craned her head to watch the boy walk across the flagstone square. He was still waving at her. She smiled and raised her hand even higher, giving a final wiggle of her fingers before she slipped into Santa's Grotto.
Ah, the shape of things to come...
