Clark opened his bedroom window and breathed in the fresh air. Today was a beautiful day. The birds were singing, the sun was shining, and best of all, no Lois.
His mom had given Lois a week off to spend in Metropolis. She was visiting an old friend, who would only be in the city for a week. He still couldn't believe Lois had friends that would choose to spend time with her.
He sprung down the stairs with a light heart and quickly finished his farm chores. Another thing that made it a wonderful day was that it was Saturday. He thought he might mosey on down to The Talon.
He sat down at a table and peered behind the counter. Sometimes, he still expected Lois to be behind there selling coffee and muffins. No. This wasn't the week to be thinking about Lois.
He didn't know how Chloe and Lois could be related. Sometimes he saw the similarities that arise from being in the same family but most of the time, he didn't.
He glanced up at the stairs. Maybe this wasn't the best place to come, if he was trying not to think about Lois. Lois' apartment was right up those stairs. At one time, it had belonged to Lana but when Lois took it over, she had made the apartment cry Lois. The only thing she hadn't done was write her name all over it.
He knew he could get his mind off Lois if he thought about Lana. Now there was a sweet, loving girl. She was a great judge of character and he had known she would dump Lex. In fact, she had dumped him a couple of weeks ago. He knew that he and Lana would probably never get back together but somewhere deep in his heart, he still had a little hope.
The Talon door opened and in walked this old lady he had never seen before. She had practical yet stylish shoes on. She wore a dark green pants suit on her thin, frail body. It was funny but he always thought older adults tended to wear clothes from their younger days. Her clothes looked well worn and yet it seemed to be the current fashion. She walked with a sturdy wooden cane and she somehow managed to walk proud. Her flowing, silver hair was tied back in a ponytail. The wrinkles in her face seemed to testify that she had seen a lot and gained a lot of wisdom. He wasn't an old man, so he really didn't know, but he imagined she might look pretty to an elderly man. The golden ring that flashed on her left finger proved she had looked pretty to someone at sometime. What he noticed most perhaps were her sparkling eyes. They were looking straight at him as if daring him to guess who she was.