Lucy stopped in mid-step and nearly fell. “Cake mix? You bought cake mix?”
Lois took the mail from her mouth and dropped it on the coffee table. “Sure. Why not?”
The bag thudded down on the kitchen counter. “Because you don’t cook, that’s why!”
“Hey! There are eggs in there! If they’re broken you’re going out for replacements!”
“Forget the eggs! Who are you and what have you done with the real Lois Lane?”
Okay, I'm not going to quote the rest of the Lois/Lucy interactions. Just pretend a
every couple of lines.
He’d make a great husband for some lucky woman someday.
Well, well, well, Lolo...
She’d be a great wife for some lucky man someday.
Loved the symmetry.
The others are right, Terry. There's a lot of open ending here. It doesn't need a sequel per-se. A lot of the stuff you're hinting at is already nicely laid out, but I'd still love to see the sequel
Wonderfully waffy story
Michael
