So, let’s see…
That’s what Dr. Friskin said, and Lois sometimes found herself believing it. There were times she’d go for weeks at a time without thinking about either of them, but always she’d be pulled back into it.
Okay?
What if she’d insisted he go to the doctor after he’d been hit by the car?
That sounds like Nightfall…
She’d been distracted by the end of the world.
Yep.
It hurt her to think of Superman floating alone, dead in space, floating behind the asteroid he’d managed to deflect in time to save the human race.
Oh boy. Oh boy. Oh boy.
Yet even her work wasn’t what it once had been. She hadn’t been nominated for a Kerth or even a Merriweather in two years. Other writers had made huge sums writing about Nightfall and the passing of a legend. Lois hadn’t written anything.
Lois wasn’t going to let him go.
/grabs on to faint hope of a sequel/
Great viggy, Shayne!
Michael
