As I'm writing this on my laptop, I am sitting in Lois and Clark's apartment. I figured it would be easier than calling them up every 5 minutes to check facts. Clark is sitting in his recliner and reading a book on theories of the universe. However every few minutes, he glances up and I know he's reading what I've wrote by the look on his face. How is pretty obvious to the people that know him well. I glare at him, he blushes, and goes back to his book. Lois is less subtle about it. In fact, she's not even trying to be subtle about it. She restlessly shifts on the couch and then begins to pace the living room like a caged lioness. She works her way over to behind my shoulder and makes comments.
Getting back on track, I will write this chapter like the unbiased reporter that I am and when you see parenthesis that's my personal interjection. Here goes.
Lois was sitting at her desk late one night. She was working on a special project. (Lois is behind me now and she says it was the Jenson Bill. She was doing more research to see if Martha wanted to support this piece of gun legislation or not. I've thanked her for this piece of information but told her this isn't important to the story. That woman has a memory like an elephant. Lois has lightly smacked my head at this comment and walked off.)
It was about 2:30 a.m. and Clark came into the office.
(Obviously, their conversation will be roughly what was said, as no one can remember their exact words over half a century later.)
"Lois, are you still working?" Clark asked in disbelief.
"No, Smallville. I like to play in the office when everybody leaves. What are you doing here?"
"Your car's in the shop and I'm supposed to give you a ride home, remember?"
"It seems like I told you 2 hours ago to go home without me."
"I'd love to but Mom would kill me."
"She'll have to kill you then."
Lois' cell phone rang and she answered it.
"What do you want?"
(I won't bother to tell you my end of this phone conversation. It was me on the phone. I knew she was going to work her way into an early grave with work she hated to do. I was down the street at an Irish restaurant. Their food was to die for. I had dates for us and I wanted her to at least relax and have some fun, if she wouldn't go to bed. A year or two ago and this would have been reversed. I would be obsessed with a story for the Torch and Lois would be trying to get me to have some fun. Times and people change. That's your wisdom from an old person.)
"Chloe is that you? Are you okay?"
silence
"I don't have time for that."
silence
"Only this once. Bye, cuz. I love you too."
Lois stood up an told Clark, "I'm going out. You can go home. I'm spending time with Chloe."
Clark shook his head in frustration. He needed to learn some tricks from Chloe on how to persuade Lois to do what you say. He turned to go out the door.
"Hold on, farm boy." Lois took her hair down and tossed him her rubber band. "If I'm going to paint the town red, I have to get out of this stuffy business suit."
Clark was alarmed when Lois took off her pantyhose and tossed it to him. She was perfectly aware that she was making him uncomfortable.
"Don't look so worried," she said as handed him her jacket and untucked her shirt, "I'm not going to completely shed."
She gave him the key to her apartment and told him to take her stuff to her apartment. They left the office.
(I can picture Clark's embarrassment at carrying around women's clothing. He must be able to picture it too because he's blushing now. That's what he gets for reading it like this. Lois is behind me again. She remembers now that she never did get her pantyhose back. She's standing in front of Clark now demanding to know where her pantyhose went. Clark mumbles something and Lois shouts, "Lana? Lana has my pantyhose!"
"No, I ran into her in front of the Talon and we went into together and there was a hole in the roof. It was leaking into your apartment because it was raining that night. So Lana suggested stuffing the hole with pantyhose."
If I were Clark, I would be running now because Lois doesn't look happy.
"You mean my pantyhose is stuffed into the ceiling of my old apartment?"
"Somebody has probably taken it out and repaired it by now. I completely forgot about it until just now."
Lois slammed the door to their bedroom and Clark is knocking and begging to be let in.
I don't think Lois is mad about the pantyhose. She's mad that he let Lana into her apartment and listened to Lana's idea about the pantyhose. She'll get over it. Lois won't stay mad at him long.)
TBC