A Taste of Kaos Part 2 Chapter 3

A Taste of Kaos - Part 2


Chapter 3

“Oh for the love of God. Stop that Honey! You’ll throw out your back!” Grandpa Luke Kelly cried, as he watched his wife attempt to move his recliner closer to the television. Gram looked up and glared at him, fixing him with an icy stare. Grandpa gulped.

Chrys held back a giggle.


“You are just as bad as Jeannie. I am not going to break you know. I have been pushing and lifting heavy objects all my life. One silly little chair isn’t going to hurt me. Now shoo, we have some programmes to watch.” She made a dismissive motion with her hand. Grandpa shrugged and left the living room.


“Mum, come on. Dad is just trying to be helpful.” Jeannie commented.

“I know dear, but I’m not going to break you know. I wish the both of you would stop looking at me as though I was going to shatter into a million pieces. I am not made of glass. I am perfectly capable of lifting and moving heavy objects by myself. If I need help I’ll ask for it. Do you understand?”


Jeannie nodded and watched Samantha move the chair into place.


“Now, we’re ready? Chrys push play and let’s get settled. Samantha you’re too young for this. Go to bed!”

Sammy pouted.

“I never get to see anything. You teach me how to swear, but I don’t get to see nothing about sex. That’s not fair!”

She stomped toward the stairs and rushed up them, creating a racket as she went.

“She does have a point Gram; perhaps it’s time to talk to her about the birds and bees?”

Chrys remarked, before shoveling a handful of popcorn into her mouth. The programme’s theme music played on screen.

Jeannie shook her head. “We’ve already had that talk. But, you do have a point Chrys. Mum, it’s time we treat her more like a grown up.”

Jeannie grabbed a handful of popcorn and chomped on it.


“I’ll start treating her like an adult when she acts like one. She can’t throw a temper tantrum just because she’s can’t get her way. Once she acts properly, then she’ll be included in our marathons. Until then, it’s off to bed with her. Besides, it’s a school night.”

“That sounds reasonable, Gram.” Marissa said, as she took a sip of her drink.

“See, Marissa agrees with me. Someone, pass me the gummy bears.”

The sweets were passed to Gram and she settled back into Grandpa’s chair.


“Did you hear her going on and on about her Phys Ed teacher? You’d think she has a crush. ‘He’s so dreamy’, she says. ‘He’s so tall’, she says. ‘And he’s Scottish’, she says. Then she turns round and says, ‘He’d be perfect for you Chrys. You’d like him.’ Can you believe her?” Jeannie asked.


Gram laughed. “She’s trying to play match maker. Sounds like someone I know.”

“Who Mum? Why are you looking at me?”

Gram chuckled. “Oh, the memories I have of this little one.” She said, as she reached out and ruffled Jeannie’s hair, “She always tried to fix people up. When she was younger she set up a matchmaking booth outside the house. Some children had lemonade stands, she charged people to go out on dates.”


“I did no such thing!” Jeannie exclaimed, blushing.

“Ah ah! See, see, she’s blushing.” Gram said pointing and laughing.

“You have no proof of this.”

“Yes, I do. I have the pictures to prove it. She was so cute. She matched me up with Grandpa. Mrs. Nesbit with Mr. Nesbit; and so on and so on. All the married couples were matched up. But the funniest thing was Chase. Oh God, it was so funny. She matched him up with her Barbie dolls. The look on his face was priceless.”

“Tell me you have a picture of this. I must blackmail Dad.” Chrys pleaded.


“That was pretty funny. But I only did it because he was so mean to me. He and his friends would play football in the street and they wouldn’t include me. So, I paid him back. He was hoping I’d match him up with Raquel Welch or Gina Lollabrigida.” She started laughing. Chrys grinned.

“Oh, this is great ammo to use against him. Gram, when you find those pictures, can you give me a copy?”

“Of course, my love. I always love being part of a good blackmail scheme.”

They all laughed.

“Would you Ladies please keep it down? Some of us are trying to play poker in the other room.” Grandpa asked, leaning in the door, whilst looking at the group of amused women.

“Yeah and don’t you even think about using those pictures against me little Irish. I have just as many incriminating photos of you.” Chase pointed out.

“Oh, of course Da! Wouldn’t dream of it.” Chrys said, grinning mischievously. Chase felt uneasy, but didn’t say anything.

“We’re bothering you? Oh, I’m sorry your Highness. We’ll keep our gossiping and giggling to ourselves. Does it please your Highness and Son?”


“Yes my love, it does please us very much.” Grandpa replied and walked over to his wife.

He kissed her on the forehead. She grinned up at him.

“Since it pleases you so much, Your Highness, would you please honor your dear wife by doing just one thing for her?” She asked, smiling sweetly at him. He brushed away a strand of reddish blond hair from her face and softly smiled at her.

“Anything, my love. Anything!”

“Wonderful, just wonderful. You are so gracious and kind. Hear that Ladies. ‘Anything?’. Well, Your Highness. You, your son and your son-in-law put out those damn cigars! They are stinking up my house. Now off with you to your precious poker game. We women have men to ogle and drool over.”


She made a shooing motion and watched in amusement, as the men ambled out of the room. As soon as they were gone, all the women laughed and turned back to the television

screen.