“Your parents, they comin’?” He asked in a calm, low voice. Rosie shook her head, holding the towel tight against her chest. Sighing, the man sat down on the ground next to Rosie.
“Shit. I mean–” he tried, but Rosie was giggling hysterically already. “You ain’t hear that from me,” he chuckled. The two stayed there a few minutes longer as the man pondered what to do. He tossed out a few quick ideas, like calling CPS or other authorities, but Rosie’s scared eyes told him that that was a very bad idea. Still, he was left with very few choices.
