Rachel hated the fact that Gordy had to drive all that way to Iowa to pick up Rosco.
"I should have never let him go alone." Every little firecracker she heard outside was worrisome to her. She couldn't wait for him to be home. Of course, she had Charlotte over, and she was busy keeping the girls doing crafts.
"Rosco is with him." Charlotte told her.
"You should have never left Rosco out there," Rachel said so coldly as if Charlotte was the worst girlfriend in the world.
"What does it matter to you?" Charlotte winced.
"Well, everything would be just fine, now wouldn't it? If he were here?" Just then what sounded like a Dillinger show down went off across the street. Rachel gritted, practically giving herself a headache.
"Its just fireworks, Rach." Charlotte sighed.
"I don't care. I don't like them." She hugged herself.
"Daddy says we're going to the baseball game to see the fireworks." Jane jumped up on Charlotte then.
Rachel scowled at that too.
"How fun," Charlotte smiled. "Rosco and I want to come too."
"I want a hot dog at the game." She told her.
"I want a babysitter." Rachel looked at the ceiling.
"Maybe you should stay home, and we can help Gordy with the girls?" Charlotte told her. "They'd be so disappointed if they don't get to go."
"I know, I can't let them down. I'd be a mess if wasn't there." Rachel told Charlotte.
"Well, you're going to drive the rest of us insane if you don't figure out a way to chill." Charlotte put her hands on her hips. "You really have to relax, Rach."
"All right. All right. I want too. I need too." But Rachel felt herself still in this cemented state of something awful about to happen. Just then she heard a couple of cardoors slam. She looked out the livingroom window. It was Gordy and Rosco. Rachel let out a sigh of relief. At least that was over worrying about. Now how long could she stay calm?