Rosco had never seen Charlotte this upset before. She could barely catch her breath.
He thought of how still she was when she came home from work. She just stood there in the living-room like she was in a state of shock, and when he asked her what was the matter...she ran straight upstairs to their room and flung herself on the bed and started to almost wail in tears.
"Come on, I'm sure its not that bad," Rosco sighed. He didn't know what had happened. He'd been stocking milk most of the day in the cold storage at the grocery store so he felt he had been in Siberia. Now this.
"Its that bad." He thought he got out of her. He guessed he'd have to wait it out. So he got on his old mega fat computer and decided he'd check his e-mail.
"hmmm, something official from Derrick and Carrie's so called record company. What could it be?" He exaggerated as if it was probably something stupid to buy. What was Carrie sending him? A not so appealing photo of himself while on the road. He was sure she'd had her fun even if he hadn't spoken to her since the incident. Or maybe it was a picture of her in a thong. She liked to do that from time to time. Or so she kept warning him. Probably.
He crossed his arms, stirring back and forth waiting for the download. He looked at Charlotte who was still in an emotion of tears. Finally, he looked back at his monitor. There it was. Derrick kissing Charlotte.
"So that's what this is about." Rosco was so low key. He finally sighed. "Well then." He got out his cell phone. He'd just email him back with something a little more interesting. Rosco slightly smiled. He had video that someone might be interested in.
He loaded it up to send to Derrick. Yeap, his computer still had some kick. It could usually send stuff pretty quickly. Good quality too. Very good quality.