As Seen Through Lois' Eyes
By Rachel (Scardno007@aol.com)


I will start off by saying this is part of a fanfic I'm writing, and the parts still to come are part of a fanfic I'm writing. It's not called "As Seen Through Lois' Eyes," actually, it's called, "Have You Ever Heard the Whole Story?" I'll just be giving you short glimpses of the story each time, so here she is....

As Seen Through Lois' Eyes
Part One

At an early stage in life I found that I had an voracious appetite for Mexican food, or anything spicy for that matter, only to find that I couldn't eat it. It would make my stomach hopelessly upset for the period of time after I ate the subject to the next morning. I could eat Taco Bell, which doesn't surprise me, because I doubt they use anything that's really Mexican. I heard a rumor that had something to do with Alpo dog food.....don't go there. And there was this place in Tennessee (yes, I've been there) that was called the "All-American Mexican Restaurant." Hmmm. That sounded like there were a couple rolls of red tape involved. I could eat there, which didn't surprise me either, for obvious reasons. I also found that I had a taste for Chinese/Japanese food (I could never figure out the difference between the two). Some lo mein or chicken fried rice could put me right for days. But when I went through a disgusting bout with a place called "Ralph's Pagoda," I began to think otherwise. Only did an encounter with "Yung's" pull me out of my state of denial. But above all else, my favorite food was Italian. I could eat ravioli for weeks at a time. I'm sure many of you have heard of "The Olive Garden." Those people have the *best* garlic bread. But this one place in Ft. Collins, Colorado, called "Canino's" had the best ravioli I can ever remember eating. I ate there with Clark once when we were hot on the trail of Lex Luthor for the third time. He ended up being caught under a snow plow or something like that. Injured, but not killed. Even if it *had* killed him, I doubt he would've been dead for very long. It happens when you're Lex Luthor. Die, resurrect, die, resurrect, he can't seem to make up his mind. But none of that matters now, because he's in jail and I have Clark. When Mother started drinking, I remember eating take-out a lot. Especially Chinese/Japanese. Of the rare times that my sister actually spoke during that time, she said that she could never get tired of Chinese/Japanese. But when she woke up the next morning with appendicitis, she changed her mind before you could say "sweet 'n sour." Though I doubt it was the food that caused the infection, she didn't know that, so I didn't tell her. It was too much fun to see her run out of the house screaming bloody murder every time we got Chinese/Japanese after that.

And there you have it! The change in point-of-views, I found, is fun to write. Tune in next time for Part Two!
-Rachel :)