In Dark Times: Book 2 Dark Trilogy

Chapter 8 Fly on the Wall In Dark Times

@Lachina, you and je11ybean and SilasAggeleMou all wanted to be a fly on the wall. This is for you. And Lachina, thank you for clicking the star button and making all those comments. They give me the giggles. And I love laughing!

I am not completely happy with this one, but it was asked for. I couldn't get into everyone's heads like I wanted too. Be nice. Vote, comment, enjoy.

Chapter 8 Fly on the Wall In Dark Times
"Silas, you ready?" Owen asked of his brother. They had kitchen duty today and even though Owen was pleased with the assignment, Silas was feeling a little sick at the prospect of feeding 50+ people with his cooking.

"Let's get this day over with. Then maybe I can sign up for a more manly task, like security." Silas grumbled.

"You might want to refrain from speaking like that in front of Miss Sang. She might take offense to the use of the word "manly" and how it is not associated with the kitchen." As Owen explained, Silas nodded his head, realizing with a girl in the family, he would need to be careful about more than just his words.

Ms. Nancy was busy pulling out pots, pans, knives and cutting boards, when they walked in the kitchen to report for duty. "Well look what the cat drug in, he he he. Which one is Owen and which one is Silas?" Nancy pointed between the two men with her eyebrow raised in question.

"Good morning Ms. Nancy. I am Owen Blackbourne and this is one of my brothers, Silas Korba. What may we do to be of service to you in the kitchen today?" Owen queried.

"Why are you being so pretentious?" Nancy snorted as she began another round of giggles. "Are you a pompous ass? Probably not." She answered her own question before Owen could say anything. "This here kitchen is my domain and I expect you to follow MY rules. Do either of you know how to cook? We are making oatmeal, ham steaks and fresh fruit for breakfast today."

"Silas will do very well cutting up fruit and maybe boiling the water for oatmeal. I can cook whatever you want me to cook. And no, I am not a pompous ass." Owen spoke flatly.

"Ha ha ho! You're right Owen. You aren't a pompous ass. You are a cute ass. Why don't you spin around so I can take a peeksie?" Ms. Nancy twirled her finger for Owen to spin around. But Owen was not about to be subjected to this kind of working environment.

"If you don't mind, Ms. Nancy, I would rather not give you a "peeksie" as you say. As a married woman, I would think you understand my position at present."

Ms. Nancy looked over Owen's shoulder to Silas, "well he's no fun, is he? How about you? Do you like to play? Besides, a married woman can look, as long as she doesn't touch."

Silas felt very uncomfortable. Was this old woman really trying to do what he thought? Surely not. He decided to change the subject instead. "Um, which knife do you want me to use to cut your melons?"

Ms. Nancy winked at Owen, "Big boy likes to play!" She pointed over at the far counter, "the knives are over there, but my melons are right here." She was pointing at her breasts and Silas looked a little green before he chuckled to keep from hurling.

"Ms. Nancy? Are you teasing me?" Silas asked her with a sideways smirk.

"No reason to have a boring day. Come on Owen! Loosen up! Find the humor in life. There are plenty of double entendres, and innuendos in this world to keep you laughing well into your 90's." Nancy looked thoughtful for a moment, "Have you ever played golf?"

"I have." Was Owen's short reply.

"Would you be more comfortable if we spoke about golf while we cooked?" She asked innocently.