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Generations of Family
Jan. 18th, 2018 11:02 am"Make yourself at home," she's told him on more than one occasion. Still he finds it difficult to do so despite the sincerity of her offer. There's no pretense with Martha Kent and it's one of the many things he admires about her. Her son has the same quality. As she says good night and ascends the stairs to bed, he can hear a shower running. Old houses. Old pipes. Noises uninsulated. Parts of the manor were the same way. It's a comforting collection of sounds.
He settles himself down on the sofa and glances across the coffee table at a green covered book. It's old with a three ring binding. He suspects a photo album. Forcing himself to take her directions to heart, he leans forward and opens it to the first page. Black and whites comprise the first eight or nine pages. Then he beginnings to see faces he recognizes in others. The woman looking back at him with her hair pulled into a tight bun can't be anyone but Martha's mother. Maybe an aunt, he corrects himself.
He settles himself down on the sofa and glances across the coffee table at a green covered book. It's old with a three ring binding. He suspects a photo album. Forcing himself to take her directions to heart, he leans forward and opens it to the first page. Black and whites comprise the first eight or nine pages. Then he beginnings to see faces he recognizes in others. The woman looking back at him with her hair pulled into a tight bun can't be anyone but Martha's mother. Maybe an aunt, he corrects himself.
