And will she recognize the reporter?
An hour later, Lois had stashed a bucketful of apples in the back of the pantry, and Clark still wasn't home.
Cooking? Baking? Oh well, I'm guessing the farm house had a good run, but everything must come to an end. And then Clark can build a bigger one in place of the burnt down one.
"I think you need to rest," Clark said. "For days. Maybe even weeks. But eventually, you are going to want something to do. I figured maybe you could think about writing that Great American Novel of yours."
Yeah, you did mention that some time ago, didn't you?
"Something practical? A new pair of shears so I can finish pruning the front garden?"
That reminds me of an episode of Deep Space Nine. There, the resident spy talked about how he once worked as a gardener at the embassy, and it just so happened that the ambassador was poisoned during that time. Gardening and spies apparently do go well together.
Michael
