Street Fair

By Morgana (Cynthia.McCoy533@gmail.com)

Rated: G

Submitted: June 2020

Summary: This is a story that takes place during the summer after
"Autumn in Paris" and before "A Wedding in Paris" in my
Visitor series. The story stands alone, but it would assist the
reader to read the entire series.

Story Size: 7,044 words (40Kb as text)

Stories in this series:
"An Unexpected Visitor"
"Autumn in Paris"
"Street Fair"
"A Wedding in Paris"

A/N: It's summertime. Lois and Clark are taking in the sights
and sounds of an exciting street fair located in the old town
section of Metropolis. Our intrepid reporters are taking a break
from work and rescues as Superman and UltraWoman. Yet, they are
not alone. Bernie Klein and his beautiful Nigerian lady friend,
Abrihet Sensei, are with them. These two unique people, each has
an important decision to make. Romance, like a classic love song
playing melodiously in the background, lingers gently in the air
...

Napier Avenue does not exist in the series, but in my Visitor
universe and in some of my other stories the setting is
mentioned. Located on this cobblestone street is where most of
the shops that our favorite reporting duo like to hang out at. Of
these shops, two as well as their proprietors do not belong to
me: *The Metropolis Book Nook,* run by Margaret Hart, was created
by Scarlet Burns based on a character briefly seen in the pilot.
We all know about Uncle Mike and his fabulous restaurant, *Cafe
Americana*.

Legal Disclaimer: I do not own most of the characters mentioned
in this story, nor is financial compensation expected. But once
again, there's a lot of enjoyment for me as a writer of
fanfiction for this much-beloved television series. Blue Owl, Ken
Janney, and MikeM, thanks for the great beta work!

A special thank you to Millefeuilles for helping with French
words and phases!

Now, let us begin ...

***

Chapter One

Two very distinctive couples soaked up the sun while moving
easily among people crowding Napier Avenue's faded red cobble
stone streets, which normally had noisy automobiles rumbling over
their old and uneven surfaces. A festive block party was taking
place today, the avenue was closed to all four-wheeled
conveyances.

One couple was in their late twenties. The husband was a tall,
handsome man with black hair, brown eyes and olive complexion, he
wore a checked short-sleeve shirt over blue jeans and comfortable
sneakers. Beside him walked a gorgeous woman with fine brown eyes
and a smile that lit up his life. She wore a relaxed lightweight
sleeveless white blouse over tan walking shorts. These two people
were very easy in each other's company, taking in the pleasures
of the afternoon as they moved in the midst of a happy throng in
their city. Famous investigative reporters for the *Daily
Planet*; Clark Kent and his wife, Lois Lane-Kent were
experiencing a rare day off with good friends ... who also knew
about their secret identities as Superman and UltraWoman.

Lois and Clark's companions were older. Bernard Klein, who had
just turned forty-five and was only now beginning to enjoy life
away from textbooks and the insulated existence of a lab worker
at S.T.A.R. Labs. Instead of wearing his old 'uniform' of tweed
jacket, old khakis, rumpled shirt and bowtie he now sported a
pair of freshly starched jeans and a cream-colored golf shirt.
His usual expression of constant stress and worry had vanished,
he was now appreciating the outside and much that life had to
offer. The reason for this change in attitude? The woman who
softly held his hand in hers and whose bright smile was only for
him. She wore a flowing long yellow caftan with a white lace
inlaid pattern in the front, the perfect dress for walking around
the city in late summer.

Dr. Abrihet Senai was a professor of Metallurgy at the Sorbonne
in Paris, she and Bernie had met electronically when he had
discovered her book on the metallurgy of sword making. They began
an intense online correspondence which lasted for many months.
Her theories about how metal workings in the past could help
industries today intrigued him and other metallurgists so much
that she was invited to share them during a conference at
S.T.A.R. Labs.

Upon her arrival in New Troy, it did not take long for them to
realize they had much more in common than a deep love of science.
While she stayed in Metropolis the two scientists began seeing
each other. As the day for her return to France drew near, they
decided that Bernie would move to Paris for three months as a
guest lecturer at the Sorbonne, thereby getting to know one
another better. When he returned, the relationship was stronger
than ever, and they continued dating despite being separated by
such long-distance.

Now people walked, talked, and gawked at ethnic foods, games of
chance, tents displaying brightly colored t-shirts, jewelry,
baked goods, and other items of interest.

Once a year, the Napier Avenue Association hosted an outdoor
bonanza to attract people from all over New Troy, thereby
encouraging commerce for several vendors and long-time shops in
the area. Featured as well were foods provided by up-and-coming
restaurants, outfits from clothing designers and musicians from
trendy neighborhoods throughout the city.

Clark Kent looked at two stands; one featuring Greek street food
and the other homemade ice cream. "These gyros smell
delicious!" He then turned to his wife and asked, "What do you
want Honey?"

"A strawberry vanilla ice cream in a waffle cone. Oh, don't
forget the sprinkles!"

"What, not chocolate?" He answered in surprise.

She flashed him a mischievously smile. "Nyahh! I'm going to be
boringly old-fashioned."

Walking besides them, Bernie said quietly, using Abrihet's
nickname "Care for anything, Bree?"

"*Oui*. A gyro with lamb. My *estomac *(stomach) is still on
Paris time. Right now I would be eating *diner*."

"If only there was some way to have your physiology instantly
adjusted to the Eastern seaboard, so you wouldn't have to
experience hunger and tiredness at a different pace than the rest
of us." Bernie sighed.

"You mean 'jet lag', Bernie." Clark said teasingly.

Cocking his head ever so slightly, the scientist looked
momentarily confused and answered innocently. "Didn't I say
that?"

Everyone giggled and even Bernie joined in on the joke. He was
still catching up with humor outside of the laboratory. He and
Clark stood on a short line and then brought the women their
treats. They walked over to the sidewalk, and munched, moving
from one tent to another, while watching throngs of people
milling around the fair.

Lois called over to Abrihet, "How do you like being back? Are
you having a good time?"

"*Merveilleux, merci!* *ll pleuvait* (It was raining) in Paris
yesterday. Yet here, what an exquisite day! No need for an
umbrella! Today is my first time attending such an open air
market in New Troy."

Indeed, the day was stunningly gorgeous. Spring had long passed,
and the weather had transformed swiftly into summer. The air was
crisp and light, without a hint of humidity. High above them the
azure sky held wafer thin wisps and curls of white clouds, so
there was no fear of rain ruining today's walk through Napier
Avenue's Third Annual Street Fair.

Bernie Klein gave Abrihet's hand a gentle squeeze and whispered
in her ear. "It is all the more beautiful with you by my side,
*cherie*."

Clark watched the intimate exchange and then glanced over at the
brunette beauty who was his wife. He remembered that
head-over-heels feeling of being in love. It was simply great to
see their friend Bernie Klein, a long-time bachelor, experiencing
the same delightful pleasure.

***

Abrihet and Bernie had not seen each other in well over a month.
He had a black-tie affair that was sponsored by WayneTech and was
being held in the Sheridan Hotel on Thursday evening. Since
Bernie had been asked to deliver a speech, he wanted Abrihet to
share the event with him and was reluctant to attend without her.
He normally did not ask either of his friends to act as an
airline service, but after dragging his feet for several days he
relented and shyly made the request. Clark was only too happy to
comply, knowing how much Bernie missed her.

Fortunately, because it was the summer and her classes for the
week were done by Wednesday afternoon, Abrihet was able to take
five days off from her job at the Sorbonne. On Wednesday evening
at eight o'clock, she was packed and ready when Clark Kent
arrived at her building. First he took the bags, one, a garment
bag, containing her evening gown, shoes and woven silk wrap she
planned to wear that night. At super speed, the trip across the
Atlantic and back was less than thirty seconds to Bernie's
laboratory at S.T.A.R. Labs. He returned a minute later for
Abrihet, who now held a large white bakery box in her arms. On
the top of the box *Chez Morel* was stenciled in silver letters.
The boulangerie was owned and operated by Clark's old Parisian
friend, Amandine. Inside on a layer of wax paper were pains au
chocolat (chocolate buns) for Lois, *a tarte aux pommes* (Apple
Tart) for Clark and *Kouign Amann*, or butter cake for Bernie.

After thanking Abrihet for taking the time to get the pastries,
Clark brought her safely across the ocean and she arrived at
S.T.A.R. Labs courtesy of Superman Express ... at two o'clock in
the afternoon, east coast time.

Following a quick drive to the Luxor Hotel and, after taking a
brief nap and then a relaxing bubble bath, Abrihet dressed in a
stunning red gown and was ready for an evening with her man.
Bernie, who was understandably excited, picked her up at 6:00pm
so they could enjoy a leisurely drive to the conference center.

The WayneTech event, hosted by Ms. Silver St. Cloud, had been a
complete success. After the speech, Bernie and Abrihet ate a
sumptuous gourmet dinner of garlic butter grilled steak and
shrimp with asparagus tips sauteed in lemon, balsamic vinaigrette
and olive oil paired with a light chardonnay. After sharing a
plate of tiramisu they danced the night away. The lessons in
Ballroom dancing she had taught Bernie were not wasted. The shy
scientist was at first a little awkward, but in time he relaxed
and enjoyed the music, the dance and, most definitely the woman
in his life.

Among the intelligentsia of WayneTech and their colleagues, it
was now firmly acknowledged that despite the Atlantic between
them Bernard Klein and Abrihet Senai were an official couple.

While Abrihet was in the lady's lounge, some of Bernie's
co-workers began to ask questions about a wedding date and others
dropped hints about where to go for an engagement ring and
wedding bands in the Topaz District. Bernie was a little
red-faced when Abrihet returned yet did not mention the
conversations to her.

Friday was spent together shopping for a new living room set to
replace the old plaid sofa and loveseat he had purchased
second-hand years before. Kitchen appliances were purchased for
Abrihet to use when she stayed in Metropolis. Bernie's
two-bedroom apartment was nice enough, yet slowly but surely,
between buying new furniture and items Bree left behind between
visits, the apartment was getting cramped. The office, already
filled with his files, charts and several old notebooks, now held
an additional small desk and chair so Abrihet could have a
personal workspace whenever she visited.

With all these design changes, Bernie's residence of ten years
no longer had the appearance of a bachelor's pad, but more a
home that had acquired a 'woman's' touch. It was a pleasant
enough apartment, but he was seriously considering purchasing a
large townhouse near where Lois and Clark lived.

Along with one other item for the lovely Abrihet, an item that
would provide perfect symmetry to their relationship.

***

Now the two were spending Saturday afternoon with the Kents.
Tomorrow, Clark would have to fly her back to Paris, but for now
they intended to enjoy each other's company as much as
possible.

Lois had just finished the ice cream cone, but suddenly she
stopped in mid-stride, her super hearing perked up over the din
of the festival, the distinctive shearing sounds of metal
breaking. On her right was a wide and massive iron platform which
was being erected for local bands to play music later that
afternoon. To hers and everyone else's horror, the platform
started to sway dangerously inward. Several of the workers
underneath the stage scrambled out and ran as the main support
struts were failing

Unfortunately, one heavyset man who struggled to get out from
underneath the center of the stage, couldn't move fast enough.
His coveralls had gotten snagged on a crossbeam and his legs held
fast. If something didn't happen quickly the man would lose at
least one of his legs.

Realizing the situation, at super speed Lois ran into an alley.
Within the blink of an eye, UltraWoman appeared and had pulled
the hapless worker out before the platform collapsed. Behind her,
Superman zoomed under the platform, propped it up and using his
heat vision and fused the weakened struts into place. It was as
if nothing had happened because the stage was once again smooth
and flat.

"Sir, are you uninjured?" UltraWoman asked, as they gently
landed on the cobblestone street.

The stunned worker, who was mopping sweat, grime and grease from
his face, looked at the beautiful heroine and managed to utter a
few words. "Yeah, I ... I think so... Thanks, UltraWoman!"

Quietly, Superman came to stand by UltraWoman's side as many of
the workers ran over to see if their friend was safe and to get a
better look at the colorful crime fighting duo. A short, stocky
man who wore a Metros baseball cap came running up to them,
rivulets of sweat pouring down his face.

"Superman! UltraWoman! I'm Peter Quince, the Napier Avenue Fair
manager. Thanks for saving my guy."

Superman folded his arms nodded and said with twinkle in his eye.
"We were in the area and were happy to help Mr. Quince."

He looked over at the bandstand and said. "Wow! It looks
perfect. But I'm going to have the engineers give it a thorough
inspection to make certain its safe for us to use."

Placing arms on her hips, UltraWoman nodded and said, "A wise
precaution Mr. Quince. We are glad to be of assistance."

Quince thanked them again, shook both their hands, then, without
ceremony, Superman and UltraWoman lifted into the air and flew
away.

Seconds later Clark and Lois appeared at their friends' side.
The foursome continued walking along crowded Napier Avenue as if
nothing had happened.

Bernie said in a low voice, "Never a dull moment with you two
around, that is a certainty!"

"How exciting! Shall that rescue appear in the *Daily Planet*
tomorrow?" Abrihet asked eagerly.

"No, in a crowd this big there have gotta be reporters from
other publications, let them write it up. We are *supposed* to be
having a good time with friends. Not working!" Lois said.

"Marriage, has definitely changed you Mrs. Kent!" Clark said.

"All for the better, Farmboy!" His wife answered.

The couples walked along until they saw a familiar boutique.
Which caused Lois to exclaim, "Oh Abrihet, look! *Darcy's* has
a sale! There's this great suit I've been wanting to try on.
Let's peek in there and see if they have it in my size."
Turning to Clark and Bernie she said, "We'll meet you at Uncle
Mike's in fifteen ... uh make that twenty minutes."

Quickly, the two friends walked down the street and stepped into
Lois' favorite clothing store.

Bernie looked after them, sighed and said, "It's going to be
more than fifteen minutes. My wife ... I ...I mean Bree likes the
dresses in that shop as well. We discovered it after having
dinner at *Cafe Americana*."

Clark did not miss Bernie's slip of the tongue yet decided to
ignore it. "Don't worry, if I know Lois, this little 'peek'
is going to take at least an hour. The last time this happened I
was able to accomplish two rescues outside the city! Maybe we
should stop by The Metropolis Book Nook and see what titles
Margaret has on hand."

"Yes, there is a book about Galileo I am interested in
purchasing, Bree has wanted Lumberg's book, Metallurgy
Fundamentals for some time." He was silent for a moment, than
Bernie said, "Um, my friend, when did you know Lois was the
one?"

The abrupt change of subject did not catch Clark by surprise, he
suspected the gentle scientist's life was steadily moving in
this direction. The contented expression worn on Bernie's face
for the past few months spoke volumes. "The moment she blew into
Perry's office and interrupted my interview. Unfortunately, it
took two years to convince Lois we are right for each other."

They walked together for a few minutes before Bernie said,
"While we were in Paris and once I began to get comfortable with
the language, my guest lectures and transportation around the
city, everything was so easy between us. After class, we would
visit with friends or take a walking tour, one of the best was by
a charming older red-haired woman named Sylvia Caldwell, an
America ex-pat who lives in Paris. It was only the three of us,
and she gave us an insider's view of Paris that only a true
local can provide."

"Oh really? What made her tour different from the others?"

Bernie looked down at the cobblestone street they were walking on
and said, "It was an exceptional private day tour around Paris.
We did not walk the beaten path, leaving the touristy crowds
behind. She showed us the hidden side of Paris and its history.
For a brief moment, we went back in time to when France was Gaul
and discovered the older sections of the city most tourists never
experience."

His curiosity piqued Clark asked. "What sites did you visit?"

"The first one was the theatre, *Arenes de Lutece* in a small
park on high ground in the Latin Quarter of the Left Bank. Most
visitors to the city wouldn't notice it because of the location,
tucked behind apartment blocks. I believe Ms. Caldwell said in
the 1st-century AD, built into the slope of the hillside outside
the Roman city, it was one of the largest such structures in
Gaul. It could once seat 15,000 people and was used also as an
amphitheatre to show gladiatorial combats. The other was Public
thermal baths, *Thermes de Cluny*. Now the *Musee de Cluny*. It
was interesting to examine its structure and learn how such a
large facility was heated."**

"Impressive."

Bernie said in a wistful tone. "Yes, it was. We also took food
tours which was delicious and then a rather unique photography
tour at the heart of Montmartre."

"Is that where you have all those fabulous photos of you and
Abrihet at the apartment?"

"Yes indeed! Now I'm back in Metropolis, after a long day at
work I come home to an empty space. Oh, spending time with you,
Lois and many other friends, is satisfying, but life is not the
same. One half of the equation is missing. Bree's e-mails and
phone calls are great. Hearing that lovely distinctive voice is
so soothing, but it's not the same. She is the one. The only
snag is who moves where? We are both committed to our careers. I
can't see taking her away from the Sorbonne. For me it shall be
difficult to leave S.T.A.R. Labs ...but better that, than be
miserable without her."

In a way, Clark understood. This was a huge decision and it would
have an impact on both of their lives. He faced a similar problem
while trying to tell Lois about his 'other job'. Nonetheless,
he was confident that they would make the right decision. So he
asked without hesitation. "When are you going to propose? What
about the ring?"

"Next month. Abrihet is unaware of this, but I have an Air
France flight already paid for. Maybe I can ask her while we walk
around the city? Our conversation and the moment shall present
itself. One thing is an undeniable guarantee. I am *not* asking
her anywhere near the Eiffel Tower."

Surprised, his friend said, "Why not? It's a popular spot for
proposals!"

Bernie pretended to shudder and then said. "That is precisely
the reason why. How can my proposal of marriage -- the final
section of an elegant proof -- be a genuine surprise if we go to
the one place in Paris where so many such events take place?"

"Okay, than *where* will the great surprise take place?" He was
moved by Bernie's exciting dilemma.

"Location shall be determined upon my arrival in *la Ville
Lumiere*. Did you know that Paris was one of the first cities in
the world to have gas lights on its boulevards and monuments? The
other reason is because of its role during the age of
enlightenment. That is why it is called the City of Lights."

"Ah, so it will be at some other monument? But one that not a
lot of people are aware of?"

"Perhaps. Speaking of rings, since our ladies are occupied,
let's stop by Lazar's jewelry store first, then on to the Book
Nook. If they are as good at finding the right ring for Lois,
they can help me get an appropriate engagement ring for
Abrihet."

Clark chuckled. "From the way you are talking, September is a
long time from now! That ring is going to burn a hole in your
pocket."

Bernie's face, which was deeply reflective only moments before,
brightened with a wide grin, "I know! Isn't it fantastic?"

***

Part Two

As Lois and Abrihet stepped inside *Darcy's* upscale boutique,
they left the noisy festive street carnival atmosphere behind and
entered a calm environment, designed to allow the customer to
shop in tranquility. Light classical music flowing from the
speakers installed above them further enhanced the relaxed mood.
A tall, young woman with blonde hair, a sprinkle of freckles over
a pert nose and clear blue eyes approached them.

"Good afternoon, ladies. My name is Selena. Is there anything I
can help you with today?"

"I was interested in trying on the suit in the window. Do you
still have it in a size 4?" Lois asked.

"Yes, we do. While I go get it, would either of you like a glass
of water?"

After eating the slightly salty lamb gyro, Abrihet realized she
was thirsty. "*Oui!* Oh, please excuse. I ... I mean yes. Thank
you."

The salesperson vanished and a moment later, presented both women
with glasses of cold sparkling water with ice and a wedge of
lemon. After drinking, they each went to different parts of the
store, looking for new outfits to try on while Selena searched
for Lois' suit.

Twenty minutes later, Abrihet held up a mid-length green dress,
her practiced eye carefully inspecting the tailoring of the
garment.

"Oh, really pretty dress! Do you need it for a special occasion
or is this just for date night with Bernie?" Lois asked as she
went through the racks looking for a dress that could work in the
newsroom. Lately she had taken to wearing brighter colors rather
than black, blue or gray. Since her marriage to Clark, life was
fuller and richer than it had ever been. Her personal
metamorphosis was seen in the fact that she smiled more and was a
much nicer person to be around.

Selena, with quiet efficiency, had set aside the suit Lois wanted
in a fitting room. She had also set up a room for Abrihet. As
each woman picked up a garment Selena would come by and hang it
up in their respective fitting rooms. The saleswoman suggested a
pair of pants to work with a blouse and scarf already in the
room.

"*Tou les deux.* (Both) A colleague's daughter is getting
married next week. This little frock shall work perfectly for the
reception. As you know, in France, marriages are performed by the
mayor or his assistant in a civil ceremony at the *La mairie
*(town hall). If the couple wants a religious ceremony, that
happens afterwards. I shall be attending the wedding and
reception. Afterwards, it would be perfect for a romantic dinner
with Bernard."

Lois nodded, "There is never a wrong time for a romantic dinner
... especially in Paris! Although I have to say, my first date
with Clark in the City of Lights took place after a stakeout
where we ... and Jimmy caught a jewel thief!"*

Abrihet's dark eyes widened in surprise. "*Mon Dieu!* Was that
the adventure with *le Fantome? *Bernard told me about it. The
robbery took place at the same jewelers who fabricated your
engagement ring and wedding bands?"

Lois rolled her eyes. "Yeah, The Phantom, so called because he
used sleeping gas and no one was conscious while he grabbed
thousands of dollars in uncut diamonds. Urgh! That cheesy
nickname! Yes, the jeweler, Mr. CJ Abelhammer, did create our
rings. He's such a gentleman, when we discovered in the course
of our investigation that his store was The Phantom's next
target, Clark was determined to make sure he and his staff were
safe."

Abrihet grew silent and then said, "Lois, *mon cherie*. How long
before you knew Clark was your *desir de Coeur* (heart's
desire)?"

The abrupt and unexpected question caught Lois off guard. She
thought for a minute, remembering all the obstacles thrown in
front of them before realizing they couldn't live without each
other. "Too long. I fought him every step of the way. In those
days, 'Mad Dog' Lane was going to get a Pulitzer Prize before
reaching the age of thirty. If I had realized just how important
he was to me, it could have saved us both a great deal of
unnecessary heartache. Why do you ask?"

Before answering, Abrihet accepted a pair of black woolen pants,
from Selena, who then departed to assist another customer. They
were just her size and lined with silk, she felt the light-weight
woolen material, appreciating the feel and craftsmanship of the
garment. She was nervous about starting this complex conversation
with her young friend. Yet, what is to be done? She needed to
talk with someone. Her sister, Kuma was in London, completely
unaware of this new and *extraordinaire* (incredible) aspect of
her life. Her *Iya, *(mother) lived in Nigeria and had no contact
with her since she had run away before an abominable planned
marriage had taken place. Lois was waiting, so with a tiny sigh,
she spoke.

"Bernard has become the most important person in my life.
Returning to Paris after each visit to him is becoming more
*difficile*. It was so easy when he lived nearby. After work, I
walked a few blocks from my office to his apartment. On the way I
would stop at the market for a loaf of freshly baked bread,
cheese and vegetables, Bernard likes fresh Brussels sprouts and a
bottle of wine. It took some time before he would drink red wine
without it being chilled! Often we would have *diner* by
candlelight, discussing events at the Sorbonne and the impact on
the school and its students. Ah, the conversations often moved
into a myriad of other subjects, I can converse with him about
anything!"

Lois nodded slowly, with a wry smile, "Clark and I used to do
that when we were dating. Of course, he did more of the cooking
than I back then. Since then, because of his patient help, my
talents in the kitchen have improved! Having someone to chat with
at day's end is one of the joys of being a couple. It's obvious
you have both have become very close."

"*Oui*. But we did not spend all our time with just each other.
Sometimes after work I would attend get-togethers with my friends
and share our thoughts on best-selling novels. Bernard would join
with scientists who work on fascinating projects and discuss
their research at a local cafe. But always before we went to
sleep we would call each other, simply to say good-night."

Lois' lips tugged into a tiny smile as memories from the early
days of her relationship with Clark came to mind. How many times
had she said good-night to him only to remember something else?
Finally, she would reluctantly say good-night and then hang up.
The smile still tugging at her lips she said, "Sounds
familiar." She changed subjects abruptly when she found a dress
in the color of burnt orange.

"What do you think?" she said, while holding it up.

"*D'accord *(okay). The cut and color is perfect for your
figure and complexion."

Lois agreed and headed for the dressing room. Meanwhile Abrihet
purchased the green dress, black pants, a burgundy silk blouse
and a multi-colored oblong scarf. It was not necessary to try
them on, she intended to have her *retoucheuse* (seamstress)
alter them to fit her perfectly.

She returned to the dressing room area just as Lois stepped out,
happy to show off the outfit. The dress was flattering to her
figure; double breasted with covered buttons and detailed
buttonholes, the perfect outfit to move effortlessly from
newsroom in the day, to cocktails at a corporate event in the
evening.

Abrihet clapped her hands once in approval. "Ah! Monsieur Kent
shall enjoy seeing his wife in this frock! The fabric and
detailing is exquisite. Sadly, I did not see many dresses here
with pockets, this one is the exception. For work in the
newsroom, yes?"

"When you are a reporter sometimes you have to be able to wear
something at work and then leave immediately for a corporate
press conference."

"Without having the luxury of going home to change via Superman
or UltraWoman?" This last, Abrihet said in a voice pitched so
low only Lois, with her special abilities, could hear it."

"Exactly! Now, this little number is a keeper and yeah, Clark's
gonna love it!" With those words Lois dashed back into the
dressing room and with a 'little' super help, was soon waiting
in front of the cash register to make her purchase.

As they waited for Lois' purchases to be rung up, the two women
continued their conversation. "Ah well, our time in Paris has
not been completely perfect! Bernard was such a *touriste *when
he first arrived!"

"Poor Bernie! I can definitely see that happening. Please don't
tell me he wore his lab coat off the plane!" Lois said with a
groan.

"No," Abrihet said with a sigh. "He was not that terrible.
Still, many Parisiennes have such a sense of fashion, they
immediately know when someone is a tourist. From their brand of
clothing, the way they speak and the corporal attitudes. For
instance, shoes. He wore a pair of trodden down leather oxfords
with his Brooks Brothers suit. It took time, but now he not only
wears beautifully polished shoes, but also a dash of color in the
form of a pocket square in the jacket's breast pocket. When I
first came from Nigeria I had to learn these things. Now, between
his mastery of the language and clothing chic he is more ...
Parisian. Whenever Bernard is in Paris with me, he is much
relaxed and confident ...not the busy scientist and S.T.A.R. Labs
administrator."

Lois had to admit in the year since Abrihet had entered his life,
their gentle friend had seemed much calmer and assured. It was
true, he no longer wore nerdy bow ties, old shirts and frayed
corduroy pants. He was always a wonderful scientist and a good
friend, willing to help her and Clark during a crisis, but
Abrihet made him that much better.

Her friend sighed, "Now that Bernard resides in the Metropolis,
I ...I miss him terribly. The phone calls, e-mails and letters
are not enough. My apartment has always been my refuge at the end
of the day. Yet now when I arrive home *c'est* *silencieux*,
like a seashell without the sounds of the ocean and my heart is
unhappy. Does that sound peculiar?"

Again, Lois' memories of her life before a certain 'Hack from
Nowheresville' came into it flowed like a dismal rain through
Lois' mind. Days of non-stop work and her former boyfriend
Mitchell Shapiro complaining about his constant headaches, coughs
and watery eyes. She shivered at the memories and said without
hesitation, "No. Not at all."

Upon emerging from the shop with their purchases they stepped
back into the carnival atmosphere of the street fair. Their
little 'peek' at *Darcy's* had taken an hour. Lois asked
tentatively. "It sounds like you are deeply in love with Bernie.
If you don't mind my asking, what are you going to do about
it?"

"I have made an important decision." Abrihet said softly, but
there was no anxiety or tension in her voice. "Should he
propose, I am prepared to depart from my position at the
Sorbonne."

Completely surprised, Lois said, "Abrihet, are you sure? This is
a huge step!"

"In any mature relationship, compromises must be made, yet I
cannot ask him to leave his position at S.T.A.R. Labs to live
with me in France. I have moved from Nigeria to France. At this
age the changes will be difficult, but not impossible. It is one
matter to live apart while courting, but to do so in a marriage?
No."

"But... but what about your teaching career at the Sorbonne! It
took years for you to reach that position. Don't classes start
again next month?"

"Yes. There are several very good teachers, such as my friend,
Professor Albani who can take over my classes and they shall
accomplish the task with how do you say? Consummate skills."

Still reeling from this revelation, Lois continued. "Fine! But
if Bernie proposes, what are you going to do after all the
excitement of planning the wedding and honeymoon have passed? No
one, especially me, can imagine you staying quietly at home
waiting for him to come back from work."

"*C'est Vrai.* I have been thinking about that. It's time to
finish writing *Medieval Metals. *Being away from the demands of
teaching will allow me to work without distractions.* * Living
here will provide the source materials to do so. There is also
another *livre* (book) I have in mind to begin work on."

Lois neatly sidestepped a man who was so involved with gnawing on
his sausage and peppers sandwich like a hungry wolf he did not
see her. Without missing a beat she said. "*Another* book? What
kind of book?"

She shrugged. "On metallurgy of course. But rather than focus on
the history of swords it will look into the science behind the
American steel industry. Starting first with blacksmithing. Do
you realize there is a rich history of materials science and
engineering that studies the physical and chemical behavior of
metallic elements, their inter-metallic compounds, and their
mixtures, which are called alloys ..."

Lois chuckled to herself, why was she concerned about Abrihet's
adapting to life in Metropolis? This was a former Nigerian
princess who ran away from her home in order to pursue an
education in France. During that time she had taught Clark how to
Ballroom dance and had gained a coveted position at one of the
most respected learning institutions on the planet. Lois had no
doubt the top metallurgists in the country would be making their
way to New Troy to consult with this determined woman scientist.

***

Ten minutes later they met Bernie and Clark in front of *Cafe
Americana*.

"Clark, were you and Bernie able to stop by *The Metropolis Book
Nook*?" Lois asked

"Yeah, we did and got a few textbooks and novels. I finally got
*Lightening Riders: Stories of the Pony Express*." Her
husband's eyes beamed at the mentioned of the book that provided
a detailed history of an important part of the old wild west.

"Great! You've been looking for that out-of-print book for
months!" his wife said.

"Bern, was there a copy of *Metallurgy Principles* in stock?"
Abrihet inquired hopefully.

He held up a paper bag with the name The Book Nook, stenciled on
both sides. "Yes. I have it right here, along with a biography
of Galileo."

Lois smiled, "A bit of light reading after dinner?"

"Perhaps, but not this evening." He continued in a mysterious
tone, "Bree and I have so much to do and her visit is short, we
won't have much time for reading. Mike is holding a table for
us. Considering how much foot traffic there is on Napier Avenue
tonight, we need to get inside as soon as possible."

Yeah, Bernie's right. Uncle Mike's restaurant is crowded, I see
our table in the back." Clark said.

"Lois, did you get a *livre* (book) from Margaret's shop?"
Abrihet asked.

As they stepped into the restaurant, Lois asked, "I wanted to.
Did she have the latest Elka Lodi thriller?"

Clark made a sour face. "Yeah, she did. Honey, why do you read
that trash? She literally takes stories from the headlines and
turns them into third-rate dime store novels."

She laughed, her beautiful face shining. "We all have our vices.
Happily, this is a small one! Come on people let's get inside,
I'm hungry!"

With a collective chuckle, the two couples entered the
restaurant.

***

A long pleasant time later, after a scrumptious dinner, they
exited Cafe Americana. After exchanging farewells, the Kents went
one way and their friends walked towards the Metro. Bernie was
planning on taking Abrihet to her hotel, The Luxor. He was hoping
that on the way they would chat.

In a voice that sounded nervous and a little shy he said, "Bree,
once we get to your hotel. Can ... can we talk for a small bit of
time? If your body's adjustment to Eastern Standard Time is a
problem, it can wait until later."

She smiled up at him and said, "*C'est Vrai*, we can always
talk. Is that not one of the things we appreciate about each
other? Especially since we are now in the same country and time
zone?" After saying this, she tried and failed to stifle a tiny
yawn.

Slowly, he took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Ah,
Bree, you are exhausted, maybe we won't talk too long. I ... I
was thinking about coming over for a visit early next month ....
uh that is, if it will not conflict with your class schedule?"

A sense of happiness that washed over her like a gentle rain, she
asked. "For how long *mon amour*? I can make my quick version of
beef bourguignon, so we may have hours left over to relax or
perhaps take a walk? The Pont des Arts Bridge is a lovely place
to stroll over to. Especially since many artists will be painting
and sketching. I love watching them work. Perhaps a spicy Jollof
rice with tomatoes and roasted *poulet *(chicken)?"

"Jollof rice would be delightful! It's my favorite Nigerian
dish." He swallowed nervously and then put his right hand in the
front pocket of his jeans, fingering the receipt for Lazar's
jewelers. He had purchased her engagement ring, a square-cut
sapphire surrounded by small white diamonds and a quarter diamond
on each side in a yellow gold setting. Due to its unique design,
the ring had to be handcrafted, but by this time next week he
would be holding it in his hand. Clark was right, although not
about the actual ring itself, the anticipation was so great, that
the receipt *was* burning a hole in his pocket!

He wanted to propose there and then, but like any good scientist
working on a special mission, he had to keep this life-altering
project close to his heart for the time being. For now he had to
content himself with walking beside the love of his life. So he
said, "Three or four days at the most, John Irons wants me to
take over a few projects for him. Once again, our time together
will be brief, but I promise it will be worth it. Now, cherie,
what about this bridge? Can you tell me a little bit about it? Is
it an architectural marvel?"

She smiled again. Certain that his visit would be worth it and
while he was there they could possibly discuss outlining her new
book ... among other things.

***

"Clark?" Lois asked with an impish tone.

"Yes honey?" Her husband said as they moved past artists and
vendors packing away their wares and dismantling the large canvas
and plastic booths. The streetlights high above cast their
electronic glow on the waning groups of people heading home from
the fair. The festive atmosphere had gone, but a sense of playful
energy still lingered. Now that the sun was setting, the air was
cooler and pleasant, what better way for Lois and Clark to enjoy
Metropolis at night than walking?

"Not including the surprises that come up with our 'other'
jobs. What do you think about attending a wedding in Paris?"
Lois asked.

"Really? What makes you say that?" he asked in a teasing tone.

Her fine brown eyes sparkled as she said, "Abrihet is thinking
about leaving the Sorbonne to move here if ... when Bernie
proposes. It going to happen soon, because let's face it, those
two can't live without each other."

Even in the darkness, Lois could sense the gloriously beautiful
smile that appeared on her husband's face. "I'm really glad to
hear that, because Bernie just ordered a beautiful sapphire and
diamond engagement ring and is thinking about where in Paris to
ask Abrihet to marry him."

Lois also smiled with genuine happiness, her friends would soon
be together in Metropolis, finally living on the same continent
rather than apart. She wrapped both her arms around Clark's
waist and gave him a fierce hug. Several people looked back in
amusement and surprise at a handsome couple laughing aloud as
they walked down Napier Avenue.

THE END

Continued in "A Wedding in Paris."

* Cafe Americana

** https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lutetia