Chapter 25
"Claark?"
Lois found Clark in the barn, repairing the broken stirrup of a saddle. She thought he'd be tired after the previous evening, but he continued to work non-stop.
"Hey Lois, hand me that awl, will you?"
"Here you go. Is Bart Allen a friend of yours?"
He nodded. "You could say that." He continued working on the saddle as she jotted notes on her note pad.
"And Pete Ross?"
"Yeah, Pete's a friend. Hand me that leather, will you?"
"And Victor--?"
"Why all the questions, you writing a book?"
"No, I was just putting together the guest list."
"Can you hand me that other length of leather? Guest list? Planning a party?"
"Uh-huh. Do you like red?"
"Sure, I guess. Why?"
"Well, . . . I've been thinking that since we eloped, and we never had a big wedding that we should have a wedding and I was trying to choose colors and I was thinking about red and--"
"WHAT?" He thundered.
Lois blinked when Clark yelled at her.
"What, What?"
"What did you say. . . Just now? You're planning a wedding? Why?"
"I thought it would be nice to share our celebration with our family and friends."
"Since when?"
"Since when, what?"
"Since when did you think this was a good idea? Lois, you don't even know who your friends are!" He threw the awl to the ground and grabbed the punch tool.
"I know, but this will be a good way for me to get to know them, again. Don't you think?"
"No, I don't think this is a good idea. Not. At. All. Did Lionel put you up to this?"
"Of course not, why?"
"Because the Lois I know would never be this irrational. . . You're telling me you want a fantasy wedding because you don't remember the first one. And then what? . . . After you regain your memories, you'll want to do the whole thing again because you know who you are and want to do it the way you originally planned? I think it's absolutely insane and I doubt the General will be willing to pay for two weddings."
"The General?"
"Yes, the General—your father, the General."
She pondered this new bit of information as Clark continued to fume, his jaw clenched.
"Well, it doesn't have to be right away. I could start planning now and we can have the wedding after I get my memory back."
"What-ever, Lois." Not holding back his irritation from her any longer, he hoisted the saddle off of the saw horse and stalked away. Lois darted after him.
"Why are you being like this? Why isn't this important to you?"
He looked at her then, ready to continue his tirade and saw her pout and the look of sadness in her eyes. She looked as though she had lost so much. And when he thought about it, she really had. He felt like an ogre, and relented a little. What harm could there be in her making some plans? Didn't girls do that all the time, even before they had a groom in mind? He could persuade her to pick a day in the distant future and it might occupy her—keep her out of his hair.
"I'm sorry Lois. I've had a really rough day. The fence on the back forty broke and some of the herd got out. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I guess there is no harm in making plans. But you should really be talking with Chloe and Lucy about colors and menu and whatever else goes into planning a wedding, because I honestly wouldn't know the first thing about it."
Her face lit up then and she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him fiercely. He was caught up in her euphoria for a moment. It was funny how such a simple thing could make her so happy and get her to flash him a dazzling smile.
"And I could get your mom's input, too."
"Yeah. Sure." Clark made a mental note to call his mom and let her know what was happening, so she wasn't blindsided.
"Can I ask a few more questions about the guest list?"
He sighed, "Go ahead. But I've got to keep working. I'm really behind schedule today."
"Ok, only a few more questions and then Ill get out of your way. Do we invite the Luthor family?"
He shrugged. "Why not? We wouldn't want to offend the new Mrs. Luthor, would we?" The idea of Lana being there to see him marry another woman did bring a certain satisfaction to him. Maybe this wedding planning wasn't such a bad idea, after all.
"Oh, and one more. Arthur Curry?"
"I don't have a problem inviting AC to my wedding, but I'm not sure that you'll want to invite him to yours."
"Why?"
"You used to date him. But it was a long time ago." He shrugged and started to walk away. "I guess it doesn't matter anymore." He called back to her, "While you're at it, invite Queen."
"Queen?" She sensed that his mood had shifted again, but didn't know if he was angry, or just tired. He did have a good idea about her calling Chloe. Maybe Chloe would be able to tell her more about Arthur and this 'Queen.' As she walked back into the house to call Chloe she remembered Clark mentioning another name: Who's Lucy?