The Hodge-thing was so odd. I doubt Lois could have done anything different without the interview getting stopped but it still adds to the bleakness of her present situation.
Then came the thunderbolt in red and blue.
So much for being finished
He hadn’t looked at her. Not so much as a glance. Not the slightest indication she was anything more to him than just one of the twenty media jostling for his attention.
Well, she wasn’t.
And it was entirely her doing.
It was what she wanted.
<You want him back,> her inner voice screamed in her head, hard and accusing.
<No I don’t,> her other voice retorted, low and desperate.
<You want him back.>
<He wouldn’t come back, not after what I said.>
The front was a picture of a country scene. In the foreground was a lake with a little wooden pier. Trees filled the background. It had the feel of being homemade – maybe he’d bought it at a market.
So, now she just needs to find out where that place is and she will find Hodge. Is the verse a hidden message, too?
“I need time to think,” Lois told him. “I have to be sure about this.”
His smile was pure fatherly approval. “Good girl,” he said.
/worries.../
“Will he forgive you?”
Lois took a long, quivery breath. “With anyone else, I would say ‘no’. But Clark …”
“So, if you went to him,” Sarah speculated, “Any time, any place ... if you walked up to him and put your arms around his neck and sank into that broad chest of his, what’s he going to do?”
Lois tried to visualise Clark pushing her away, but the image simply wouldn’t form. Her eyes filled with tears. “He’s going to cling to me like his life depends on it,” she said quietly.
Awwww /sniffles/
More? Soon?
Michael
