Clark sat in the car, open and exposed.
Lois had disappeared into the diner. He'd wanted to be alone. But now that he was alone, he wanted her back. She was his anchor in this daunting world.
His eyes were riveted to the door. It opened, and Clark held his breath. Two young men emerged.
Clark waited.
It opened again, and a woman and a child appeared.
The door began to swing shut, stopped, and opened again.
And there was Lois, her hands full with their breakfast. Clark watched her, torn. He should help her, but that would mean leaving the harbour of the car. He paused, and the moment was gone. He leant across the driver's seat and opened her door.
"Thanks," she said as if she hadn't noticed his inadequacy.
Thanks!
Corrina.
