17- Teaser
And a Happy Thanksgiving!
"Mr. Lane?"
Clark's head snapped up.
'Lane?'
"Ah, Mr. Lane," the receptionist was coming towards him, "You're Jason's father?"
He went for it. Some part of him wanted to scream it at this poor, ignorant woman smiling up at him.
"Yes."
Blink.
"No, wait, no! I mean, I'm not his, I'm sorry," he cleared his throat, "I'm simply a family friend, um, something came up. Lois.. um, Ms. Lane asked me to take any forms home, I mean, to her, for her, from... you."
The receptionist blinked at him, smiled, and said, "All right then!"
"Mr. Lane?"
Clark's head snapped up.
'Lane?'
"Ah, Mr. Lane," the receptionist was coming towards him, "You're Jason's father?"
He went for it. Some part of him wanted to scream it at this poor, ignorant woman smiling up at him.
"Yes."
Blink.
"No, wait, no! I mean, I'm not his, I'm sorry," he cleared his throat, "I'm simply a family friend, um, something came up. Lois.. um, Ms. Lane asked me to take any forms home, I mean, to her, for her, from... you."
The receptionist blinked at him, smiled, and said, "All right then!"