Well, he looked so...vulnerable. Lying there, huddled under his blankets. That dark hair tousled, his features shadowed. Besides, she thought with an amused twist of her lips, how could anyone who still kept his favorite Snoopy blankie in the top drawer of his bureau be anything but a great big softie? <You keep the Woodstock tooth mug you got for your third birthday in your - > Yes, well that was entirely different! Not the same thing at all. They weren't talking about her, she told her other half primly. They were talking about Clark. Yes. Clark. She sighed. An enigma wrapped up in a mystery bundled up in a Snoopy blanket.
