Hi everyone,
Sorry for the delay in getting this posted but I've been busily crafting my guess the author piece as well as dealing with some life stuff and this story got put on hold. I know there was some confusion after the last part and I am sorry about that. I hope my last comments on it cleared the board air so to speak on it. I made a few grammatical changes but decided to for now, any way leave the mystery notes as they were.
Having said that, be warned that you probably won't be too happy with me for leaving you hanging as I did with this next piece.
I promise to not be intentionally trying to draw the story out. I am simply writing it as the inspiration comes. I shall do my best to have the tale wrapped up in the next few days. Hope you enjoy this somewhat short but hopefully entertaining, part 3. When all is said and done, I hope anyway, this story will all come together and yes there are some parallels to our beloved and infamous tgom which I will clarify in the
final part. Meantime, I hope you enjoy this one.
Mona
That Super Son of Mine (Part 3)
“Martha, you are soaked!” Jonathan exclaimed in utter disbelief and concern as he saw his wife standing frozen in the entryway of their house. “You also look as if you have seen a ghost. “
Martha was absolutely struck speechless and apparently motionless as well, as before she knew it, she was being led into the warm house by her husband who immediately began drying her off.
“Superman…saving me…that damn truck of yours…Wayne Irig. Wayne Irig!” Martha suddenly snapped back to life, although judging by the whiteness of her face, both Jonathan and Superman, who had just arrived, would not have been blamed for thinking otherwise.
“Superman? “ Jonathan took in the hero’s sudden presence with a jolt of apprehension. He looked from Martha to Superman and back again before his brain woke up from its shock and said, “I mean Clark, Son, what in the world is going on here? First your mother comes home soaked to the bone and babbling incoherently about you saving her from possibly a truck and or Wayne Irig? And then, not minutes later, here you silently have crept into the house, looking for lack of a better description like your life might be over. Will someone, please fill me in, before anything else happens?” Jonathan demanded curiously as he watched his son dry off his mother via his heat vision.
“Hi Dad.” Superman began as he automatically began to spin into Clark. Halfway through, he stopped and cast a questioning glance at his mother.
“I just don’t know, Clark. I just don’t know.” Martha replied, sinking down into a recliner.
“I guess we had better hurry it up and figure this out or pretend we are not home.” Clark half dressed as the superhero replied with a grimace. “Wayne is at the door.”
“Couldn’t you just fly us all out the back window to some deserted island?” Martha quivered, trying to maintain some humor.
“If the two of you are done, may I let our old friend Wayne in or are we still having to hide from him?” Jonathan asked in a stage whisper. The older man had no clue as to what was going on.
Clark and Martha responded by exchanging quick looks and Jonathan could have sworn his son had said something to her, for out of the corner of his eye he saw his wife nod almost imperceptibly. Before he knew what was happening, he found himself being flown up the stairs at super speed into the bedroom he and Martha shared. He could hear his wife answering the door down below.
“All right, son. Before you and your mother manage to give me heart failure, what is going here? And why do both of you look as if you have seen a ghost or life flash before your eyes?” Jonathan managed to ask, as he sat down on the bed. Clark was pacing back and forth so quickly that Jonathan was worried that the carpet might go up in flames any second.
“Wayne knows. Or Mom and I think he knows anyway.” Clark answered in barely an audible voice.
“Knows what?” Jonathan humored his son by playing along and asking.
Suddenly, Clark fully spun into his alter ego and stood trembling before his father. However, he was not known as the man of steel for nothing for no sooner than his father make a motion to rise, Superman shook off whatever had temporarily spooked him and looked once more like himself, his old self anyway. “Dad, any second now, Mom with Mr. Irig most likely in tow, will be up here demanding answers so I have to make this explanation quick. About half an hour ago I saved mom from crashing head on into the hill that we turn off from the main road to come home. After I pulled her out and made sure she was safe, we both were, and still are, very emotional at her near brush with death. So much so, that my super ears or rather super eyes failed to see Wayne Irig had witnessed the whole thing. Dad! Wayne saw me, no, Superman holding onto Martha Kent like a life preserver! It didn’t take my super eyes or elevated senses to realize that while our old neighbor may have been in shock from the unexpected sight, he clearly knew what he had seen and was not about to forget. At least without having his questions answered.
Superman’s speech seemed to drain the life right out of his father, for Jonathan suddenly slumped over onto his bed and it took his super son to steady him. At last the older man understood. His worst fear apparently had become a reality. But even more than that, he, and he alone, due to his stubbornness and insistence that his old truck remain in his life, had come within a super breath, of losing the person who made up his life; his wife of nearly 35 years. Tears flooded Jonathan’s eyes and his body shook with guilt. He did not even hear his son, quietly comforting him and begging him to get it together, at least enough to be able to go downstairs and face their neighbor. Clark could hear his mother trying her damnedest to engage Wayne in small talk and forestall the inevitable of his asking for the truth.
“Clark,” Jonathan, slowly got out, “Your mother and I have long suspected that Wayne and Jan, may she rest in peace, wondered about us and the possible mystery we might be hiding.”
A not completely surprised Clark dumbly nodded before he, was struck by a sudden inspirational jolt of lightening and said. “Hold that thought, Dad. I swear I will be back in less than 2 minutes. I…we…need Lois.”
“So Clark, did learn from his mistake a couple years ago in the casino and has gone to get Lois?” Martha quietly questioned from the doorway.
Jonathan nearly knocked his wife to the ground with the force of his embrace. “Martha, “ he cried, “I almost killed you.”
“Yes, and immediately afterwards, the thought of killing or at least banishing you to your truck forever, crossed my mind, and I have not forgiven you by any means. But right now, I need you more than ever and so does our son.” Martha responded, once again showing her enormous strength of character.
“I will always need you, both, all of you.” A familiar voice answered as the elder Kents broke their embrace to see their son gliding into their open bedroom window with his wife in tow.
A super second later, all three were locked in each other’s embrace and an instant later Lois was enveloped, completing the circle.
Poor Wayne Irig meanwhile, who had been banished in the living room with Martha’s promise that she would be right back, was starting to crack under the strain and wanted nothing more than to either blurt his questions right out or magically erase them from his mind. One or the other had to happen and soon or the poor farmer would go crazy. He didn’t want to intrude, especially on the privacy of his dear lifelong friends, but, in his heart, he knew that was the only way any of them could reclaim their lives after what had happened that afternoon. With that noble that in mind, Wayne gulped, and began to head up the stairs.
