Possibly, all there was to it was the fact that Charlotte had a very old soul. Or so it seemed to Rosco as he dragged himself to get ready for school while Charlotte, so awake brought him a cup of coffee in her camisole and undies.
"You should go to bed earlier." She informed him.
"You don't say? Why is that? You'd be up late still, you never sleep enough." This was true. She could stay up in the wee hours of morning.
"You need more sleep than I do." There, wasn't that good enough. "Don't you dare go on to say I need to be seen about."
"I never said you were mental," Rosco yawned, drinking the coffee then. It was black with just a bit of milk. His favorite. "So you start your job today."
"Yeah," Charlotte didn't sound excited. "I go straight there from school. I hope I won't make the Hardings mad about the sudden change. Dunno who they'll have to pick Charlie up after school."
"Its not your problem anymore." Rosco shrugged getting into his long sleeve T then.
"But I miss him, already," she sighed. "I should have made some time to see him, you know."
"You will," Rosco nodded. "Oh yeah," Rosco remembered. "Did you really mean to put so much money on that Baker's card?" His Mom was concerned. She really didn't think Charlotte owed them that much. Afterall, Charlotte didn't consume that much.
"Yeah, what's wrong?" Charlotte looked concerned.
"Nothing, Mom didn't know what to think, she wants the two of you to do something together."
"The two of us?" Charlotte scowled as if that would be horrifying.
"Maybe she wants to take you out, you know." Rosco smiled. "Would that be so bad?" He finished getting ready. She pulled on her jeans and sweaters. They knew the drill. Funny, how they seem to get to school on time when they were together. Rosco still couldn't believe it.