“You come in calling yourself Clark Kent and that carries a certain something…expectations I guess. It means you stand for truth and justice and other good things.”
Frowning, Clark said, “What are you talking about?”
“It’s a cliché Clark.” Lois said. He could see her silhouette sink back onto the bed. “It’s the oldest line in the book. ‘My wife doesn’t understand me.”
“I wasn’t…” Clark protested, but by this time he heard the springs again as she rolled over to face away from him.
He sighed slightly, then lay staring up at the ceiling.
The sad part is, he really wasn't.
Making a pass at her was the last thing he wanted to do. Even if he was willing to ignore the last remaining bonds he had with Lana, the truth was, he had nothing to offer her.
Perhaps not on his mind. But Lois is certainly thinking this direction.Somewhere, deep down in the part she denies even exists.
And what about the pigeons?
Looking forward to 22, Michael
