"You weren't there," Rachel said to Rosco who still looked a little out of it. He had himself a plate of tatter-tots smothered in chili and cheese and was making himself comfortable in front of The Watchman.
He acted like he didn't really hear her. Thankfully, Gordy said. "You know he's been sick."
Rosco wanted to say, "I'm just sick of everything." But the didn't. Instead he told Gordy about his planned fishing trip with their Dad. He kept smiling, hoping something was true there. In all honesty it scared him to death to have to spend a weekend with his Dad. Alone.
It wasn't that he was worried that his Dad would do anything to him. It was the silence. There would be a silence because it was a struggle to think of anything to say. And here he was jabbering away. Wishing he could say, "I wish you were Dad." But he didn't.
"It'll be fun." Gordy sat down with him, ate a cheesy tatter-tot.
"I wish you were coming." Suddenly Rosco didn't feel like eating.
"Can't, gotta work." Gordy shrugged. "You guys will be fine."
"Yeah, sure." Rosco sighed.
"Want to take Jane along," Gordy laughed.
"Could we?" Rosco begged.
"No. She's a little girl. Believe me as much as she talks, the fish would run away." Gordy told him.
Rosco nodded. A good reason he wouldn't have to talk to his Dad, after all.