Roscoe: “Whooooaaaa, Tiĉ-a-Knee, you look soooo
hot. I love your blue eye-shad-ooow.”
He started bringing me Filet-O-Fish sandwiches on
Fridays, because he learned that I liked them. When he saw
I appreciated it, he started bringing me nowers on
Mondays.
Roscoe: “Deese are for youuu, Tiĉ-a-Knee, for youuu
house.”
I could not put these nowers in my house. ͳese were
not regular nowers you buy at the store. I am pretty sure
Roscoe stole them out of somebody’s yard, because they
had dirt and ants and bugs all over them. ͳey were pretty,
though.
• • •
Once he got to know me, Roscoe started asking me out on
dates at least once a week.
Roscoe: “TIFF-A-KNEEEEE! You so booty-full. Can we
go on a date two-mar-oooow? You want to go on a
date with meee?”
I would tell him that I had a man, and he would look sad.
ͳen a few days later, he’d ask me out again, and we’d go
through the same conversation. He was never pushy about
it, always polite and respectful, but man—he never gave up.