I never created Superman TAS.
Reverend Amos Howell turned to Kara as he carried bags with her. ''Are Jonathan and Martha going to ask us to run new errands when we return to their farm? Maybe they'll forget something after we place the bags in the kitchen?''
Kara shrugged. A new smile materialized on her face. ''Let's go to Metropolis tomorrow. We can shop,'' she said.
Reverend Amos Howell frowned. He nodded at their bags. ''We already shopped.'' He saw Kara's sudden frown.
''We can shop for fun stuff.''
''I suppose.'' Reverend Amos Howell looked back after he thought he heard footsteps. He never viewed anything. He shrugged and looked ahead another time. Reverend Amos Howell faced Kara again. His eyes were on her sudden expression of concern.
''I thought someone followed us,'' Amos said.
''Are you expecting someone to attack us?''
''Perhaps.''
''Why would someone attack us?'' Kara asked.
''Perhaps teens from the city looking for something to do,'' Amos muttered.
One of Kara's eyebrows went up.