“Talk to her, Son,” his father chided. “If there was ever going to be a right time, it’s now. She’s spent three days thinking her husband was shot dead in front of her; don’t let this go any further than it’s already gone.”
“Three days, Clark!” his mom echoed.
He sighed, slumping in defeat. “Okay, fine.”
Seriously? How could you be so mean Clark? Lois is right, if he pulls a stunt like this again he is a dead man! Totally surprised Jonathan didn't tan his hide like cheap leather!
Great writing Queenie! Had me chuckling for quite a little bit.
