A Price Worth Paying

Chapter Eighteen. Year Two, part three.

Year 2. Part 3.

"Oh my God. Sang! You went from knitting to fireworks in less than five minutes." Sean exclaimed laughing again.

"Well wouldn't you! I just knew that that Mrs Jones didn't like me. Just because I fell into her flower bed one day chasing Spotty dog and accidentally broke one measly daisy. She had it in for me. And it wasn't even me that broke the flower, it was the dog!"

"My stomach hurts." Sean complained chuckling again.

"I can't imagine why!" Mr Blackbourne muttered under his breath only to speak louder when he saw Sean about to make another facetious remark.

"That was impressive work on your Grandfather's clock, Miss Sorenson. Was that the first time you did anything like that?"

"No. I messed around at home on an old one during winter. Practice I suppose. So I roughly knew what I was doing. I did the same thing to one of Victor's clocks last year. Him and Grampa are the only people who have clocks I've, um, fixed."

"Tell me, will we see fireworks next." He smiled.

"Maybe. You'll have to wait and see." Sang grinned right back.

Fireworks, Cards and Sound systems.

Rose walked into the laboratory that her Grammy controlled at the school she worked at. Her eyes wide and mouth open.

"Catching flies there sweetie." Grammy said smiling.

"All the equipment and ingredients for the fireworks is set up through that door."

"But first we have to fit ourselves with safety gear, don't we Grammy."

"That's right darling. I'm pleased you remembered."

"Of course Grammy. I did the research into what we needed remember? Well that meant safety precautions too."

"Mmm. Precautions. Is that today's word?"

"Yep." Sang grinned.

"Well, making a few fireworks just to see how it's done has turned into a production bigger than Ben Hur. Some of the interns doing research on other projects got wind of the plan and want to help with this Rose. That's okay with you isn't it?"

"Course it is Grammy. We're setting these off here at the school aren't we? So they can help too." Sang paused. "I do get to set at least one off though, don't I, Grammy?"

"Yes, sweetie. How about the first one and then we'll leave the rest to the experts."

"It's a deal Grammy. Can I pick what I light please? Because although I like them I don't want to set off a Catherine wheel. I really want to set off a sky rocket." She exclaimed practically bouncing with excitement.

"Well, we're constructing to domestic regulations not commercial regulations so that should be fine, Rosie. We'll do this the right way sweetie with proper licences and all. Wouldn't want anyone getting arrested would we." She winked at her granddaughter.

"Nooooo. But this is fun Grammy, isn't it!"

"You're easy to please kiddo. We're only setting up and organising chemicals for colours. We won't actually make the fireworks until we get the powder from Mr D. You do know that don't you?"

"Sure Grammy. Which reminds me. You and Grampa are supposed to teach
me how to play cards. Mr D said something about playing next time he comes for dinner. That's after we set off the fireworks isn't it?"

"Mm mm. Now you've got all the gear on, let's go check the project shall we." Smiling as she watched Rosie's eyes bugging out at all the safety and security protocols in place in a professional laboratory.