Mum and mother
Martha had a meeting in Metropolis before lunchtime, so Lionel picked her up early with his limousine. She had already told her son that she wouldn't arrive on time to lunch with him, but that she had left some food on the fridge.
Clark was sleeping yet when the door's bell woke up him. He got up and dressed with jeans, and then he went downstairs and opened the door. It was a girl, some years older than him, with a beautiful red hair and blue eyes. She seemed a little nervous, her hands were playing with her bag. She stared at Clark's nude torso with a shy look.
The girl: Good morning…
Clark: Good morning – he waited a while for her to speak… but the girl didn't say anything – Can I help you?
The girl: I… I'm looking for the senator.
Clark: Well… you're on the right place, at the wrong time… - he laughed – She has a meeting on Metropolis, she will be here this afternoon… Would you like to leave her any message?
The girl: No… no… it isn't necessary. Really.
Clark: Ok, but… if you say me your name I will be able to tell my mum who came to visit her…
The girl: Your mum?!
Clark: Yeah, my mum. I'm Clark Kent, Senator Martha Kent's son. And you are?
The girl: Alice, Alice Mathews – they shake theirs hands while the girl looked at Clark with a moved look.
Clark: Are you ok?
Alice: Oh! I am… I… I have some allergies… you know… it's really annoying.
Clark: Fine. So… I'll tell my mother that you were looking for her.
Alice: Right! Great! – she smiled for the first time – Goodbye Clark, see you soon!
Lionel took Martha back to home at the evening. She went inside laughing about something; she seemed to had had a really good time.
Clark: Hi mum, how was your meeting?
Martha: Oh! It was fine.
Clark: And your lunch.
Martha: It was so great! Lionel invited me at one of the most expensive restaurants of the city… and after lunch he took me to the airport, and we visited the city from the air… it was so romantic…
Clark: Really? Have you already talked about your feelings…?
Martha: No. – she turned round and walked to the kitchen.
Clark: Mum!
Martha: What?!
Clark: You both need to talk about it, we have already done it… and I already said you that I just want you to be happy… and if that's with Lionel… it doesn't matter to me…
Martha: I know sweetheart… but it's not as easy as you think…
Clark: Oh! I nearly forget it!
Martha: What?
Clark: You had a visit this morning…
Martha: Really? Who was it?
Clark: A girl called… Alice Mathews.
Martha: I don't know any Mathews. Did she said anything else?
Clark: No… She just asked for you…
Martha: Well… If it was important she will come back.
The next morning Martha was at the farm, looking for a nice dress in her cupboard, when the door's bell rang. Clark was at university, and she was going to have lunch with Lionel again. She had said him that she had something important to tell him.
She opened the door, and there she was, the same young red-haired.
Martha: Hello, can I help you? – asked Martha with a nice smile. At that moment her blue eyes meet the girl's blue look and they both felt something strange.
Alice: Are you Martha Clark?
Martha: I was… so many years ago… but please, come in and tell me… who are you?
Alice: I'm Alice Mathews – said the young girl while she was walking inside.
Martha: Oh yeah! My son told me that you came yesterday… I'm really sorry for not be here, but I had a meeting on Metropolis…
Alice: It doesn't matter; I'm staying in the town.
Martha: Oh! Where do you come from?
Alice: From Wichita.
Martha: That's in this state. And you came to Smallville just to talk with me?
Alice: Not exactly…
Martha ignored her while she offered her a sit on the sofa and took some cookies from the kitchen.
Martha: Do you want some tea or coffee?
Alice: No… I…
Martha: Oh come on, please… Don't be shy, yeah?
Alice: Well… maybe a juice…
Martha: An orange juice?
Alice: Yes, please…
Martha: With sugar… people use to like it without sugar… but I love sweet things…
Alice: With a lot of sugar will be perfect – she smiled.
When Martha came back Alice was eating one of her cookies.
Martha: Do you like them?
Alice: Yeah! Do you make them?
Martha: I do. I love cooking – she gave Alice a glass with juice.
Alice: Thanks… you're very nice.
Martha: Oh please… I'm not.
Alice: Sure you are.
Martha: So… what were we saying… Oh yeah! I asked you if you went here just to talk with me…
Alice: Yeah… well… not exactly… I… I also came to… to visit my mother…
Martha: Really?! So your mother's from Smallville.
Alice: Yeah… - she bit her lip – Well… I just know that she live here… because I don't know her… I was adopted…
Martha: Oh… Clark is adopted too… it's hard to know your true parents… Do you know her name?
Alice: I do… She… She's you.
Martha: What?!
Alice: My mother's name was Martha Clark...
TO BE CONTINUED…