He nods, as they step up onto the porch and head through the front door. Part of him cringes at how easy it is for them to gain entry into the house, but he has to remind himself - the rules don't apply here.
There is a small cedar tree stood in the corner of the parlor, and his family (those that are left, anyway) are gathered around.
His sister sits on the low couch, holding a nursing babe in her arms.
Doc's smile brightens at the sight.
"M'an uncle and I didn't even know 'bout it," he says, moving closer. His hesitation has left him, and while he wishes he was actually here and participating in the festivities, it's a welcome sight to see the members of his family so happy.
His mother is radiant, dressed in her finest skirts and blouse - his father must have gotten them for her after the War, and after Doc had 'left' for the west from New Orleans. He doesn't recognize the garments, but he's glad to see her in them.
"S'good to see her happy. She was so sad, for so many years, durin' the War," he says. "It was hard. Even then jus' bein' a boy, I knew it was rough."
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There is a small cedar tree stood in the corner of the parlor, and his family (those that are left, anyway) are gathered around.
His sister sits on the low couch, holding a nursing babe in her arms.
Doc's smile brightens at the sight.
"M'an uncle and I didn't even know 'bout it," he says, moving closer. His hesitation has left him, and while he wishes he was actually here and participating in the festivities, it's a welcome sight to see the members of his family so happy.
His mother is radiant, dressed in her finest skirts and blouse - his father must have gotten them for her after the War, and after Doc had 'left' for the west from New Orleans. He doesn't recognize the garments, but he's glad to see her in them.
"S'good to see her happy. She was so sad, for so many years, durin' the War," he says. "It was hard. Even then jus' bein' a boy, I knew it was rough."