Lois

as the door clicked shut behind her, lois knew he’d had a hard day.

the aroma of warmed burritos hung heavy in the foyer, his cape crumpled at the bottom of the stairs. the blinds were drawn, as if he wanted to deprive himself of evening sun.

they don’t own a microwave.

he’s like this when he misses his father.

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