Bert suddenly found himself with his dream girl on his arm, ready to drive her home. He had known that he would get to this point, but did not know it would happen so quickly. He did not worry to much about her father. Generally, he got along with parents. Still, he did not wish to confront the man until he had to do so. There had already been one fight tonight, over the lovely Rose, and he did not want to start another one.

He walked her to his truck and helped her up into the passenger's seat, his hands lingering for a moment on her waist, before self consciously letting go. "So, where do you live, and when do they expect you back by?" He figured that he had at least a few hours until the dance was over, so hopefully he would not have to drop Rose off right away.

Bert started up the old truck, which protested for a moment, before coughing to life. He had been saving up for a newer one, but it would take him awhile. Until then, he would have to keep tinkering with Old Betsy, keeping her one the road yet another year or two. He turned the radio on as they drove away, and [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsRNCvHXHHU]Patsy Cline[/url] came one, singing about a midnight walk and a longing love. Bert resisted his impulse to sing along with the song.