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Chapter Four
"Poppy! Poppy!" Flora called, "Poppy! Poppy, I need you!"
Jack didn't hesitate to get out of bed. As he did, he fell out of bed. But Jack got right back up. He sprinted the rest of the way to Flora's room, almost hitting the wall.
"What, Flo?" Jack gasped.
"I hada ba' dream!" Flora exclaimed before busting into tears again.
"Hey, don't cry, Ace," Jack whispered. He made his way to the bed and put her on his knee. After rubbing Flora's back for a little bit he asked, "Do you know what I would do when I was sad or hada nightmare?"
Flora sniffled. "What, Poppy?"
"I would close me eyes and imagine a place like Heaven," Jack told her, "It was called Santa Fe."
"Tell me about Santa Fe, Poppy," Flora demanded. Her tears had dried.
Jack paused to think. What about Santa Fe would interest a two year old girl? There were no handsome princes or lovely maidens there. No fairy tales either. Jack decided to start from the beginning.
"There's a moon dere. It's so yellow dat it turns night right inta day. And there's a bunch of open space. Not like `ere, Ace. No. There's farms and everythin'. It's green and purdy. Like they'se made a city outa clay. On Sunday all you'es do is lay 'round all day," Jack told Flora.
Flora yawned and snuggled up closer to Jack. "Will you take me there someday, Poppy?"
"Yeah. Anythin' for you, Ace," Jack promised.
Jack tucked Flora in bed. But didn't go to his own room yet. For a minute, an hour, a year, Jack didn't know, he just stood there and watched his little girl sleep.
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