Oct 21

“Mara, honey?” Clark started innocently. “Do you feel like telling Auntie Lois how many explosives you’d use to blow up this safe under my desk?”

The girl put down her orange crayon, and wandered over. She looked at the small off-white painted box closely.

“‘Pends on which gauge of steel. C4’s real good, and don’t need lots, ‘cause ya get it in that crack there, and it busts the weld. Kablewy, real good.”

She looked up, smiling anxiously for approval.