Oh, Yvonne! Quit making me cry...I meant don't. I love it really!! I agree with Tank, but I'm willing to wait a bit. Now I just don't know what I'll be wanting to see first...Lois and Clark's conversation about the other Lois, or what actually happened in the Congo. Ooh!!! I can't wait! Anyway, quotes (cause I just can't resist) and comments follow.
The doorbell rang. Hey, she had a doorbell! That was progress, wasn’t it?
Hee hee!
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, squeezing past her and striding into the living room. “I figured you wouldn’t have much stuff for an apartment, so I brought a few things.”
Oh! No matter what universe, Clark is so darned sweet!!
She even had a pot plant – a luxurious ficus
<snork!>
Wrong thing to say, she thought, as pain clouded his eyes. He wanted love, not friendship, didn’t he? “Lois.” He clasped her upper arms lightly, leant forward and gently kissed her forehead. “Take care of yourself,” he murmured.
Moments later, she heard a whoosh. Saw a familiar blue and red figure jogging towards her. “Lois? What are you doing here?”
Oh, thank God! But what is she going to tell him?
A tear ran down her cheek but she ignored it. She would not cry, dammit! She swivelled on the balls of her feet and set off again, avoiding his gaze as she walked towards him.
After a couple of paces he stopped and turned back to her, his cape blowing gently behind him in the breeze. “Don’t ever hesitate to call me, okay? Any time, day or night. I’ll be there for you.”
Isn't there a grab your heart, terribly waffy graemlin? There should be!!
Can't wait for more heart-wrenching stuff, Yvonne!
Sara