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Chapter Four
"Popy! Popy!" Flora called, "Popy! Popy, I need you!"
Jack sprinted into Flora's room. "What, Flo?"
"I had a bad dream!" Flora exclaimed before bursting into tears again.
"Hey, don't cry, Ace," Jack whispered. He put her on his knee and rubbed her back. "Do you know what I would do when I was sad or hada nightmare?"
Flora sniffled. "What, Popy?"
"I would close me eyes and imagine a place like Heaven," Jack told her, "It was called Santa Fe."
"Tell me about Santa Fe, Popy," Flora demanded.
Jack paused to think. What about Santa Fe would interest a two-year-old girl?
"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 here, Ace. No. There's farms and everythin'. It's green and perdy. Like theys made a city outa clay. On Sunday all yous do is lay 'round all day," Jack said, gesturing.
Flora yawned and snuggled up closer to Jack. "Will you take me there someday, Popy?"
"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.
Well, that was super short! Oh well. My only hope was that it was sweet.
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