Chapter 27
Chloe surveyed all the broken and bent tools on the floor of the barn.
"WOW! It looks like someone had a king-sized tantrum. What's wrong Clark—you and the Mrs. have a falling-out?"
"Shut-up, Chloe."
"Geez Clark, what's got your boxers in a bunch today?"
"I wonder."
"Clark, care to share with the studio audience—we didn't get to see the script."
"So you haven't talked with Lois yet?"
"No. She called and said it was important and that I should come out right away. That's all, I swear. . . Why, what's happened now?"
"Well, it seems my 'wife' thinks it will be a good idea if we have a big wedding."
Chloe gasped at the news.
"Yeah, that's about what I said."
"Oh Clark, this is a disaster!"
"No kidding. I've been saying that since the beginning of this charade. You're only just now joining my camp?"
A long period of silence stretched before them.
"At the risk of incurring your further wrath, what would be the harm in her planning the wedding? You could tell her that you want to wait until she regains her memory and so you won't set a date until she has a full recovery."
"I thought that at first too. She could busy herself with the planning and it would keep her out of my hair. I figured that if she had something to do, she wouldn't be grop . . .er, there'd be less chance of us getting into compromising situations."
"So, what's the problem then?"
"Don't you see? Lies, on top of lies, on top of lies. I already ruined one relationship by telling lies. I broke the heart of the woman I cared about, let her walk out of my life because of all the lies I convinced myself I had to tell her—to protect her. I swore to myself that I would never do that to another woman that I loved, and now here I am again."
Chloe's eyes became as round as saucers as understanding finally hit her.
"Listen, Chlo, I need to go and talk Lionel and then I need to see my mom. She may be the only one that can help us out of this mess. Will you stay with Lois?"
"Of course, Clark." She waited until he had left the barn and then opened her phone. . . "Hi. Mrs. Kent? I don't have much time. Clark is on his way . . . "
