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Flora is seventeen now. She meet Isaac at the store. I tried to be as historically correct as I could but it's kind of hard.

Chapter Nine

The Date

Flora had met a boy. His name was Isaac John Clark. Flora claimed to like him. Jack didn't like this one bit.

"Popy, I'll be fine!" Flora yelled from her room as Jack paced in the living room. "We's just goin' to a movie."

"It's dark in dem theaters," Jack pointed out.

"Isaac would never hurt me," promised Flora as she came out of her room, "How do I look?"

It took Jack's breath away. Flora had a flowy white dress on that was decorated with lace daisies. Her sleeves moves like leaves in the wind. Flora had put her auburn curls in a small bun on the top of her head. The rest of her hair was put in a fashionable ponytail down her back. Yes, she looked lovely.

"Like your muda," Jack finally said, "Now stay here."

Jack ran into his room, grabbed a few pencils and his steach pad and ran back into the living room. Flora was all ready posing for him. Jack took a seat on a chair. He got started. Flora always loved watching her father draw. Something about it was relaxing.

"Most of your face is me," Jack commented, "Your blue eyes, your dimple, your chin. But you's got your mudda's hair, cheekbones, face shape..."

"Tell me about 'er," said Flora.

"What's the magic word?"

Flora rolled her eyes. "Please."

"Katherine Ethel Kelly..."

"Wait! Her middle name was Ethel?" Flora made a face as if she's eaten a lemon.

"Yep. But that's beside the point. Anyways-"

There was a knock at the door. After setting his complete drawing, Jack answered the door.

Isaac was a tall lad that looked about nineteen. He had sandy blonde hair, light blue eyes and a handsome half-smile. He shock hands with Jack.

"Isaac Clark," he said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kelly."

"Let's get one thing straight here. If you hurt my daughter at all, I will kill you," Jack snapped.

"I promise you, I'd rather die than have to hurt your daughter," Isaac promised, offering his arm to Flora which she took,'"Shall we, Flossie?"

"Flosdie?" Jack asked Flora.

"A nickname, Popy. It's a cute nickname," Flora assured him, " We'll be back by eight at the latest, bye!"

They left, closing the door behind them. Jack couldn't believe what he had done. He had let Flora go out with some stranger. Jack grabbed his coat, ready to go after them.

Flora and Isaac were walking to the movies hand in hand. She was laughing at something Isaac had said. They started a conversation about Theodore Roosevelt.

"My Popy got to meet him once. Well, the first time Popy didn't technically meet him. He rode on the back of Teddy Roosevelt's carriage to escape from the Refuge," Flora was telling her beau, " The refuge was a terrible place..."

The couple arrived at the theater. After the couple had gotten tickets and went into the theater, Jack bought himself a ticket. He sat a few does back from his daughter. The movie started but Jack didn't pay any attention to it. Instead he watched Flora and Isaac.

Flora was safe.

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