I read this again, ML, and I still love it. You've really got that hard-nosed, sarcastic Lois here.
And here's my all-time favourite part,
Why did he have to sound so much like a cheerleader anyway? What did he want her to do - catch the football and win the Stanley Cup or whatever the big prize was called? What was he going to say next? ‘Lois. Lois. She’s our man. If she can’t do it, no one can.’ “Argg,” she groaned pushing as hard as she could until she finally collapsed back onto the bed.
gerry
