Chapter 3.5 – Can cook, but won’t, so sod off
Irish was a loving mother to her twin girls, Coco and Hayley, although she dressed them in similar style clothing and styled their hair the same all the time. Fortunately, they were not identical else no one could have ever told them apart, although this is hard to tell in the picture below. Oh well.Caramel was given a motorbike for his twenty-first birthday. Unfortunately, it took him a while to grasp the basic concept of parking. Still, he had a grand day celebrating his birthday, mostly with Stacey since everyone else was either at work or school, or were too young to actually care.Cakey noms!They even did a bit of karaoke in their PJs, because that’s just how they roll.Oh, and somehow, Caramel got stuck underneath his dresser table. It was not the most comfortable, nor productive hour of his life. Before long, the twins were children.Very hard-working children, obviously.Coco, who was the outdoor sporty one of the two, enrolled into scouts, although she never understood why the scout leader – a burns victim and only survivor of a house fire years ago that killed his mother and father – was scared of her. Hayley on the other hand was into dancing and performing, much to Irish’s disappointment. She had hoped Hayley would have been into cooking, seeing as Coco had shown no interest.Over the months, Irish encouraged Hayley to bake muffins and cookies. Turned out she was actually a better business woman than Irish had been at her age. Still, Hayley did not like baking or cooking one bit.
One afternoon, Hayley was sat with Cookie, sampling the key lime pie their mother had baked before she had gone off to do some shopping.
‘Hey, sis? You gonna become a contestant on Master Chef? Or Lord Alan Sugar’s next Young Apprentice?’ Cookie asked.
‘Neither,’ Hayley swiftly replied, digging her spork into her piece of key limey goodness, ‘I wanna be a rock star.’
‘Oh? Won’t Mum be disappointed?’
‘Oh no, she’ll understand soon enough once I get my point across,’ Hayley said, a little too innocently.Cookie wondered how Hayley would end up getting her point across. He assumed she would just outright admit to Irish that she hated cooking. However, Hayley’s method was far more extreme than anyone could have imagined. ‘God dammit, Hayley!’