Rosco had talked it over with his Mom. Between the two of them, they'd found Charlotte a car. It was a used car, but still economical enough. It was a few years old. His Mom knew the owner.
"She doesn't even have her driver's license, Mom." Rosco wasn't so sure he was up to teaching Charlotte how to drive.
"Well, she needs a car. You can't just run around being her chauffeur. Besides, this will be good for her." Plain and simple.
"Charlotte doesn't always like whats good for her, Mom." Rosco didn't know a better way to explain.
"What is that suppose to mean?"
The car was sitting in the driveway. It was a small Ford Focus. Cranberry red.
"She'll love it." His mother then said staring at it.
"I hope." Rosco was skeptical. He was used to things not going well when it came to these sort of things. It never did with Emily. Somehow, it always made him feel he was the worst when it came to relationships.
"Look, I'm just trying to help her. I'm not trying to make her feel she has to marry you, you know." Rosco's mother shrugged.
"I know." Rosco hadn't even thought of that. His chest tighten. That would still be a long way off. He at least wanted to have a real job and be out of the house. But then again, his brother was still at home and married.
Rosco looked up into the night, a quick prayer came to mind. He hoped Charlotte wouldn't hate the car.