Kent Part 2 Clark opens the door and immediately the smell of toast hits his nose. A smile spreads across his face in recognition. Removing his helmet, he happily makes his way to the kitchen. Worn, stained sneakers scraping on the hardwood flooring. Ill take two, please, Clark makes his order, taking a seat on the stool at the kitchen counter. This isnt a Dennys, Clark, Martha says, smiling regardless. Two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, order up. He eats voraciously, crumbs falling on the plate, counter, and his clothes. Clark! Whats happened to your Monarchs shirt? Your father just got it for you. Martha demands. I slipped and fell, running in the grass, Clark explains. I had my bike helmet on, I didnt get hurt. Why did you have your helmet on? Where were you running? Is that a tear in your jeans?! Uh oh. Mom, I-.. I think Im choking.. the peanut butter.. and bread.. Clark coughs and gags, hand outstretched. Can I.. have some milk..? She goes to the fridge to pull out the carton, finds a cup drying on the just washed rack next to the sink, pours him a glass, and waits. Clark takes his time finishing the milk. Martha waits until the last of it is gone. Oh my gosh, Clark, are you okay? Do you need more? Martha overdramatizes to match his previous display. She hugs his head to her chest, stroking his wavy black hair back. Dont think youre off the hook. She says squeezing him tight and talking like a baby. MOM, Clark cries out, trying to break her deathgrip on his head. Martha, try not to break his neck, I dont want to have to start over in raising another kid. A low, husky voice says. Jonny! Martha gushes. The smile on her face increasing in size as she moves to embrace him. Hi, dad, Clark hops off the stool and rushes to hug him too. Mom was trying to rip my head off. I can see why, thats a new shirt, he locks Clarks head and begins to rub his knuckle on his scalp. What. Did. You. Do? I fell, dad! Clark cries. Stop! Jonathan releases his head and sighs. Kids at school pushing you around again? What do you mean again? Clark asks, offended. Ive never been pushed around. You better not have, I didnt raise a wuss. Jonathan, dont say things like that. Martha says reproachfully. Look whos talking, dad. A wicked grin appears on Clarks face. What? Jonathan gets up and reaches for him, a smile on his face. Clark runs out to the living room and begins circling the couch, avoiding his dads arms. Both Clark and Jonathan laughing as they move. Jonathan making over dramatic grunts at each failed grab. Clark dancing around, dodging skillfully. Martha stands with her arms crossed and a loving smile on her face and the doorway between the kitchen and living room. When Jonathan finally captures Clark and begins his exaggerated assault, she intervene. Jonny, arent you hungry? Clark has to do his homework, kill him after. Hmm, I am pretty hungry, guess I could use some food to gain some super human strength to defeat Clark. He releases Clark. Youll need it, dad! Clark says from halfway up the stairs. Get on that homework, Clark. Ill invade that fortress of yours later, so you better be ready. My fortress of solitude is impregnable! Clark declares and disappears upstairs.
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 05:38:40 +0000
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