I didn’t intend to continue the story of Rose but a few of my readers wanted more. So here it is.
Franklin was an up and comer in the law firm where he worked. He was referred to as the “one to watch.” After a couple of years, he decided to leave and start his own firm. With regret, his former senior partners wished him the best of luck, hopes for great success and a bright future.
He met a wonderful woman named Gwen at the local Starbucks and theirs was a whirlwind romance. On their first date, he picked her up in his “stang” as he had come to call it. He still had it and it looked just as good then as it had the first day he drove it home, all those years ago.
When Gwen looked at it and said “I love your car” he knew she was the one for him.
They got married and when his firm took off, they were eager to start a family. It was decided that she would stay at home and raise their children, while he ran the firm.
The next year, they welcomed their first child, Franklin, Jr. They decided to call him Frankie. Franklin and Gwen were overjoyed but Frankie had been a difficult birth and the doctor advised Gwen that she should not have any more children.
Frankie was the spitting image of his father. He shared his work ethic as a young child and his belief that anything worth having was worth working for.
Frankie loved Matchbox cars. With his own money, he had bought every single car he owned and his most prized possession was a white convertible mustang with a fiery red interior.
Every weekend, Frankie would walk up to the golf course and look for balls that unfortunate golfers had lost. He would bring them home, wash them and then sell them back to the golfers for a quarter each. He saved every dime he made until he had enough money to buy another Matchbox car.
As he grew, his love of miniature cars eventually waned and he set his sights on a real car, just as his daddy had done when he was as boy.
Frankie knew about his daddys’ paper route and weekend job as a bag boy at the supermarket. It didn’t take long for Frankie to get his own paper route and a job as a weekend stock boy at the local Dollar Store.
Franklin and Gwen made the same promise to Frankie that Franklins’ parents had made to him. They would match what Frankie saved so that he could buy his first car.
Old man Phillips, who owned the car dealership where Franklin found his mustang had died and his son, Hunter took over the business. Franklin and Hunter had gone to school together and were friendly enough to speak when passing each other in the hallway, but they had never traveled in the same social circles.
Hunter had been a bit of a rebel when he was younger and had a few encounters with the local sheriff but he had settled down. He was grown now and running a business so he had put those days behind him.
Franklin drove up one day to look at the inventory and stopped in to chat with Hunter. They talked a bit about their families. Hunter had two little girls, who he described as “a handful.” He knew that Franklin had a son and expressed the obligatory congratulations.
Franklin told Hunter that pretty soon he would be bringing Frankie up there to find his dream car. As they chatted, Franklin mentioned to Hunter that he had found his first car there and still had it. “A white mustang convertible with a fiery red interior,” he said as he smiled.
Hunter said “I remember that car. When dad came home and told us that he had sold it, we couldn’t believe it.”
Franklin looked puzzled and in more of a statement than a question, said “really.”
Hunter said “yeah. My dad didn’t tell you the story about that car?”
To be continued………..