The story continues! Sorry it has taken me a few days to do so, but here it is. To me, this transition piece is like the heart of this tale (the deal or deal breaker if the story is to hold it's weight so to speak)so I hope you guys like it and want me to continue.
Mona
That Super Son of Mine 2
“Come on, Mom” Superman laughed, as he started to pick Martha up. “Let’s get you safely home before you get sick. I’ll take care of Betty here afterwards.”
“I still have a mind to have you build a dog house around that old truck and then if your father still adores it so, than let him live in it!” Martha announced with nary a trace of joking in her voice.
Superman merely chuckled, made sure he had his mother tightly, and turned them around not more than inch to take off, when the sight of Wayne Irig before him, nearly felled the man of steel. It took Martha a few seconds to realize they had yet to shoot up into the air, but when she saw why, her mother’s heart, the very heart that her son lay at the core of, felt like it was breaking. Had the secret of the Kent family, which in its own right, become the Kent family, or much of its life source that is, just died; much like the old saying not with a bang or whimper but rather the eyes of their longtime neighbor, Wayne Irig?
Wayne Irig, to give him credit, had at first thought he was hallucinating. When a few minutes later, he clearly saw Martha Kent and Superman looking awfully comfortable and familiar with one another, he almost wished he were. But then again, perhaps nearly 30 years later, his own family’s buried secret, which had unbeknownst to the Kent’s nearly caused the Irig family to consider moving all those many years ago, at last come to the surface? Whether he liked it or not, judging by both Superman and Martha’s sudden haste to distance themselves from one another after a harried split second conversation when Irig was first noticed by the man of steel, that time had come at last.
Martha, had always maintained a sense of awe and wonder at how instantly her son could metamorphisize from kind, laid back, and slightly goofy not to mention clumsy at times Clark, that the journalistic world knew him as into the larger than life yet stoic superhero that the universe daily saw him as. The millisecond she was faced by the reality Wayne’s probably discovery, she knew. It turned out both she and Jonathan, over the course of Clark’s life, had in their own way been forced to take on the exact same challenge. Like parents like son she supposed. Well, one thing was for sure, both she and Clark had better now put their collective “acting” skills into perfect practice.
“Wayne! What are you doing out in this storm?” Martha managed to ask quite steadily as she approached her longtime friend and neighbor. “And wasn’t I beyond lucky that Superman here,” Martha gestured toward the hero who in a swift super movement managed to leave the old truck to which he had suddenly found so fascinating and to come to his mother’s side…well “Mrs. Kent’s side anyway, “ as Clark kept reminding himself, “Came to my rescue?”
Wayne merely continued to stare speechlessly at the duo. It was as if his tongue was also doing its part to prolong the invetible by feeling wooden and dumbstruck. Shaking himself, he covered Martha with his umbrella and slowly questioned, “Are you sure you are all right? I was heading home when out of no where, your old truck came barreling down the road, nearly threw the gravel road right into my windshield, I might add, and just when I thought my dear friend Martha Kent was a goner, Superman flew in and saved the day.”
An unspoken “And then what did you see?” shouted into the storm like a stampede of elephants thundering down the plain.
“I am always happy to be of service, Mr. Irig. Especially when it comes to such good people as Mrs. Kent here. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to fly her home now. I’d rather she, and you, too for that matter, get soaked any longer. I will come back for her old truck afterwards. Thank you for your concern in stopping and drive safely home yourself.” Superman finished as though all he was doing was directing a neighbor home and out of the storm!
Before anything else could happen that might further destroy his family, Superman gave the startled farmer a last wave and then in a blink had himself and his mother soaring above the stormy sky home. Or to the home they both had known until this very moment. Like their family, that, too, might now be lost forever.
For her part, Martha remained silent. She didn’t dare to even look at Superman let alone acknowledge his plan at all. She had said good -bye to Wayne over her shoulder and that was that. Or so she wished. This was day was becoming eerily similar to a fateful day a couple years ago when her only son was killed to the world in a casino. Only a miraculous save by the man of steel had resurrected Clark that time. Was there anyone who would do so for his family on this occasion? As their respective feet touched the ground, a foot or so from the farmhouse door, Martha silently prayed that someone could.
Martha had no more taken a couple steps inside the house, when Superman very quickly and quietly informed her he would be back in a minute with the truck.
