Sonia, can I just say again that I thoroughly love the way you write? Your wit and humor really shine through in your characterizations, yet they're always tempered by an honesty and humanity. The real-ness of them is just a pleasure to read.
“Well, hellloo,” she muttered, taking in the way his jeans hugged muscular thighs. Her gaze traveled upward, cataloging the fitted tee-shirt that revealed the immense biceps that bulged from his crossed arms. Finally reaching the chiseled jaw and tousled-dark hair, she was taken aback by the scowl and the hard glint in the intense dark eyes that were staring back at her.
and
“That’s Prada!” she exclaimed as he unceremoniously dropped her largest bag onto the ground.
We learn so much about where Lois is coming from and where Clark is from this passage. Oh, man. Sparks in dry underbrush doesn't even start to describe it.
“I don’t care how long you’ve been standing upright to piddle, you will not use that language in my house.”
Had me ROTFL! This is such a good Marth comment and is in total character.
“Clark, yes,” she repeated, sitting down and taking the cover plate off of the food. “Tall, dark hair, angry eyes, metal rod stuck up his a…”
LOL! I know that some people on the boards don't care for cussing, but when used well, it certainly adds a certain dimension to your characters. Just with the few glimpses we've gotten of her, I already love and feel sorry for this Lois.
For Martha and Clark, too. It's apparent that they've lost Jonathan and that Clark is giving up his future to take care of his mother ... and hide. Martha sure doesn't pull her punches, does she?
I agree with Terry on this one:
"Clark and Lois are going to get along like two bobcats in a burlap bag. The fur is going to fly"
I can't wait!