Rosemary took Charlie at her word. She didn't wonder why or ask when it happened that she began to trust the girl so much. There wasn't time. Her thoughts flew right over whatever soft feelings she had for the red-head and straight to business. Charlie had said she was sorry for springing this crazy girl on her and that was enough for her. The saving grace for ever annoying Rosemary was that she had a short attention span. She'd never be upset for long.
And Charlie had brought in the expert. Rosemary couldn't be mad at her for that.
With a sigh, Rosemary dropped her crayon, slid the coloring book back over to Noah and spun on her butt until she was facing this Dayle person. "Alright, I get it. Expert in the house. You're an expert on boys, right? How girls deal with boys? Girls and boys? All things mushy and sweet? Okay, then I have a situation for you." Now that she was sure that this was to be taken seriously, she was no longer worried about being embarrassed. This was like anything else she needed help with. And since asking Royce for help with this was most certainly out of the question, there was no one left.
Maybe the television if Dayle's advice didn't work out.
"There's this guy. He makes hamburgers. Or he brings them. They're delicious. He always brings the same one since the Doc always orders the same one and they're so yummy! Bacon is my favorite. He smells like bacon. And ketsup. And a lot of other things that make me dizzy." Like she had been swung too many times on a tire swing. Her hands started to play with the tattered edges of her jeans, her eyes on Dayle as she poured out as many details as she could remember could be important. "I think he's cutest when he's angry. Is that normal? I don't know his name either. I call him my Hamburger Boy. But I know there's something I need to do next. Or something. I like it when he gets all growly but I want to see what he looks like when he smiles. How do I do that?"