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From: Tawnyangel22 Sent: 5/21/2006 8:49 AM

Tracy Island -- July 14, 2.30p.m.

Gordon peeked round the kitchen door. Grandma was busy cooking, and the smell had drawn the young man to see what she was making.

There was a large plate of chocolate muffins lying temptingly within his reach. She had her back to him, so slowly, inch-by-inch, he moved nearer and nearer to the plate.

"Gordon Tracy! Just what do you think you're doing?"

Her voice made him jump, and he accidentally knocked the plate onto the floor, smashing it and ruining the muffins.

"Goodness, look what you've done. I was making them especially for when your mother, Scott and Elise return."

Feeling guilty, he said, "Aww, gosh, Grandma, I'm sorry. They looked so tempting."

"Then you'd better help me make some more."

"But I can't cook," he protested.

"Then I think it's high time you learnt."

"But Grandma, I promised Virgil and John I'd join them in the games room. I've challenged them to a game of pool."

"Then the sooner you help me, the sooner you can join them," Grandma said sternly, handing him one of her frilly aprons. "Here put this on."

"Do I have to?" Gordon protested.

"While you're cooking with me, yes, you do."

Gordon began to measure out the ingredients under his Grandma's eagle eye. He was just starting to mix the ingredients when to his horror, Virgil stuck his head around the kitchen door.

"Grandma, have you seen...?" Then he let out a howl of laughter at the sight of his brother with a frilly apron on, vigorously stirring something in a large bowl.

"Man, Gords, the lengths you'll go to avoid a thrashing at pool."

"This had better not go any further," Gordon said through gritted teeth.

Virgil continued laughing. "Well, Grandma, I'll not hinder your little helper. See you later, Gordon; happy cooking. I'll just tell John you are temporarily indisposed."

When he left, Gordon muttered, "If this gets out, I'll be the laughing stock of the family."

"Then maybe you'll think twice before trying to help yourself next time," Grandma said smiling.

As soon as the muffins were baked and Gordon had taken them out of the oven to cool, he rushed out of the kitchen and headed for the games room. In his desire to get away quick he had forgotten that he was still wearing Grandma's apron.

"Aww man," he said quickly undoing the apron strings. He was just going to shove it under a cushion in the lounge, when he heard Brains coming in. Gordon disappeared as quickly as he could back to the kitchen to return the offending apron to Grandma. Once he made sure there were no traces of what he'd been doing on him, he headed out to have that pool game.




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