Chapter 6: Burnt Turkeys and Surprises
Becky coughed from the smoke. Her eyes burned and she could feel the heat of the flames on her face. "Back off!" Clark barked. Becky backed away from the oven as Clark took the fire extinguisher to the flame engulfed turkey. Once the fire was out, Clark set the fire extinguisher down and turned slowly to Becky. She smiled sheepishly. "You like your meat well done right?" she asked.
"What happened?" Clark asked. Becky walked over toe the open cookbook on the counter next to the sink. "I don't know Clark. I told you I couldn't cook a turkey. Throw me a cow or a chicken and I'll give you a meal fit for a king, but when it comes to turkey, I'm out." Clark walked by Becky and opened the window. Becky flipped through the book. "Um, I can make something else," she said. Clark shook his head.
"No I think I'm going to keep you out of the kitchen for now. I'll go to the store and get some packaged turkey," he said, heading to the door. "Like lunch meat?" Becky asked. "It's either that or we make another attempt at burning down the house," Clark said. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Don't play with anything flammable while I'm gone," Clark said with a childish smile. Becky threw a kitchen towel at him, but he closed the door before it hit him. Becky sighed. She grabbed the turkey and threw it away. She sniffed the air, causing herself to cough. She opened the door to let more air in, but it didn't help.
Becky ran upstairs to find her perfume.
Becky searched through her
stuff to find her perfume, but couldn't. She went to the bathroom
and looked through the cabinet. She found a fruity body spray and
decided it would have to do. Suddenly she heard the screen door open
and close and then a woman's voice call for Clark.
Becky headed
down stairs. "He's at the store," she said. The woman looked up
at her and Becky immediately recognized her as Martha Kent. "Oh,
ok," Mrs. Kent said, confused. Becky walked down the remainder of
the stairs and offered her hand to Mrs. Kent. "Hello. I'm Becky.
I'm the new worker here," she said. Mrs. Kent shook her hand.
"It's nice to meat you. I'm Mrs. Kent, but you can call me
Martha," she said, with a warm smile. "So you said Clark was at
the store?" Martha asked. Becky nodded. "Yeah, we….ok I had a
problem with the turkey, hence the smell of burnt meat." Martha
laughed. "Trust me, I know what that's like. I think it took me
three Thanksgivings to finally make a turkey that was edible," she
said. Becky smiled. "Thank you for saying that. I thought I was
some kind of idiot for burning the meal," she said. Martha shook
her head. "Um, so, was Clark planning on having any other company
today?" she asked. Becky shook her head. "No, it was just going
to be the two of us because Chloe was spending the day with her dad.
He didn't tell me that you were coming into town," she said. "He
didn't know I was I coming. I wanted to surprise him," Martha
said. "Oh I'm sorry. You probably wanted a nice dinner with just
the two of you. You know what, I'll get out of your way. I have
friend that lives close by. I can go spend the day with her," Becky
said heading towards the door. Martha grabbed her arm. "Please.
Don't be silly. I'd be so happy to spend the day with Clark and
you," she said.
The front door opened and Clark walked in. "Ok Becky, I got us a dinner that doesn't require anything but the microwave. You think you can handle that?" Clark asked as he walked to the kitchen. He stopped when he saw him mom. "Mom!" he exclaimed. He put the grocery bags down and then wrapped his mother into a bear hug. She hugged him back. "Hi Clark," she said, happily. "I didn't know you were coming," he said. "I know. I wanted to surprise you," she said. "Well you did. Did you meet Becky?" he asked, backing away from Martha. "I did," Martha said. Clark smiled and then reached into one of the grocery bags. "Did she tell you about our turkey disaster?" Martha nodded with a smile. "Well, I got some t.v. dinners," Clark said, taking out a few different frozen food boxes. Martha laughed and walked to the cabinet. She searched through it and then looked through the refrigerator. "Ok well, we have the makings for some side dishes. Becky do you think you can handle a dessert?" Martha asked. "Yes, desserts are one thing I can do," Becky said. "Desserts that would pass my test?" Clark asked. Becky nodded. Martha smiled. "Good, then if they do, we can bring some over to the Sullivan's. Gabe and Chloe have never been good in the kitchen," she said with a wink.