A Price Worth Paying

Chapter Nineteen. Year Two, part four.

Year 2. Part 4.

"Not only did you create a firework display of spectacular proportions but you learned to count cards and messed with your Grampa's CD player. You were busy." Sean grinned.

"Don't start Dr Green. I didn't know it was cheating. Nathan's going to have a field day with that. Besides, did you hear the music he put to that little episode with the CD player." Sang frowned.

"Well the start of it sounded like Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata." Mr Blackbourne commented.

"Yeah. Moonlight Sonata meets Metal. My Grampa just murdered Beethoven." She groaned.

Both Sean and Mr Blackbourne started to chuckle when they both noticed Sang starting to fade a little.

"I think we need to have a break, sweetheart." Sean said looking at her carefully.

"No, I'm good for a bit longer. Unless you're bored. You two do know we can skip anything you want on this? It's alright for me, I mainly want to see my grandparents, but I don't expect you to be too interested."

"Not a chance Miss Sorenson. This has to be the most enlightening home movie I've ever seen?"

"Well that's reassuring! We're not even at the 'oh god what is she doing' parts yet."

"You mean there's more fun stuff, doll face? Okay. We need a break soon. We have to get popcorn."

"Popcorn. You DO know that stuff is disgusting, right Sean?"

"You don't like popcorn! That's almost unpatriotic of you."

"Yeah, yeah. Just hit the play button please."

Cobras, Casseroles and CPR

Sang walked quietly into her Grampa's massive home workshop where he had his head under the hood of the first car he had ever bought. It was his pride and joy and he didn't let just anyone near it.

Skipping happily up behind him Sang called out "Hi Grampa, watcha doing?" Only to wince when he jerked in surprise and hit his head on the hood. "Um. Sorry Grampa. Are you okay?"

"Fine, fine Rosie girl." He said rubbing his head gingerly. "Are you here to help?"

Knowing full well the honour being bestowed upon her Sang jumped in surprise. "Really Grampa! You'll let me touch your car! Are you sure?" Eyes wide and a smile from ear to ear.

"Of course, Rosie. You'd best change out of that pretty dress though."

Looking down at herself she grinned. "Be right back. Don't start without me Grampa."

Racing into the kitchen Sang yelled at the top of her lungs "GRAMMEE. WHERE ARE YOU. I NEED YOUR HELP."

"You called, Rosie?" Grammy smirked.

"Yeah, Grammy. Where'd you put the stuff I brought with me? I need something old. I'm helping Grampa with his car."

"Bottom drawer of your dresser. But I think you might want to wear black." She said, stopping Sang in her tracks.

"Good point, Grammy. With long sleeves and big, big gloves. Because that grease stuff is gross. It smells too doesn't it! I'll be right back." She called over her shoulder dashing upstairs.

Sang pranced back in with a long sleeved black t shirt on and black shorts. Grammy wrapped a hot pink bandanna around her head. "Just because you're playing grease monkey today doesn't mean you can't look good doing it kiddo. You need a bit of colour. All black doesn't suit you. Besides, you need to look after that beautiful hair of yours."