Rose took a few steps back as the young man started swearing and yelling about things that made absolutely no sense. She was definitely going to have to call somebody at the Crisis Center. She couldn’t have someone like this in her car. He needed more help than she could give him, that was pretty obvious. Though it was equally as obvious that he really needed help.
She’d just go into the florist’s and ask to use the phone. She could tell them the address of wherever she was at, and someone could come and help this poor, confused young man. It just about broke her heart to see someone so young in such a state. But as he started to turn away, his comment made her frown a bit.
“Forgive me for saying so,” she commented, “but I think maybe drinking is what got you where you are. Look, I have friends that can help you. We can get you a meal and maybe a shower. And we can get you into a treatment program. I know it’s not easy, it never is, but there are people that can help you.”
“Please,” she added as she back toward the florist shop. “Stay right here and I’ll just call them and we’ll get you some help.”