Bart leaned forward in his chair and put the cookie down on the table to consider what she had said. Did Clark have a girlfriend? He hadn’t once said anything about it and if he did have one Bart would have found out. He would have pried and asked questions until the truth was spilled.
“You know what, it could be that he has one and wants to keep her a secret,” he contemplated, “because secrets are… sometimes for the best.” Okay, so he didn’t believe that for one second, but it was something and something was better than nothing. “Or maybe she’s just really ugly and he’s embarrassed. Or maybe… I’m making this up and he really doesn’t have one.” That sounded much more reasonable.