This is the meeting. I will go into further detail of the actual "date" in the next chapter.

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The next day Elizabeth went to the market to get groceries for her mother who is too frightened to go out in fear of the mobs that drove them from their former home to the ghetto. She goes because if she didn't no one would and they'd have nothing to eat. Her father is too drowned in his liquor to care about the state of the household her brother is out in the city trying to reclaim the family name as a doctors assistant. His dream is to become a doctors but she knows his war may have very well ruined his chances of any school accepting him simply because of who he was.

When she got to the market she took out her cloth grocery bag began to stuff things into it.

"Two cartons of eggs, two pounds bologna, two cartons milk, one pound cheese, gloves for mother..."

She ignored the glances and whispers of those around her and went about the store looking for her groceries. She was surprised she had no run-ins with certain people who decided they wanted to make trouble. She paid and left the market and headed to the bus stop.

Elizabeth is riding home on the bus and next to her sits a man who she notices has been staring at her the entire ride. Nowadays when people stare it's because they are suspicious of her ancestry and they suspect her of being a spy. She felt this man suspected as such but the way he was staring no other had. It created a sense of dread in her stomach. When the bus stopped he got up, turned to her and spit on her dress. "That's for your father, you stupid Italian bitch. Why don't you all leave and take the others with you?" Others nodded their agreement as he turned and walked off the bus. She pulled up her coat around her cheeks as tears silently made their way down them. She didn't understand how people could be so cruel in the world. They would claim to be fighting the oppressors abroad and come back and treat those different the same way but in the name of justice and truth. She felt they were living lies and making her and others suffer for actions they were not responsible for.

"Hi." She heard a voice. She looked up and saw this boy about her age if not a little older smiling at her.

"Hi."

"Don't pay attention to those people. They're not with your time."

"I try. But they're everywhere destroying everything we've built."

"If you let them see that they're affecting you they'll keep on. It's be better to not react to them at all. Oh! Where are my manners, my name is Henry McCord. And may I ask who this lovely golden rose is?"

"Elizabeth. Elizabeth Faulkner. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise. You live around here?"

"No, I take the bus from uptown to this market. People don't ask as many questions down here than they do where I'm from. Up there they're nosy of the happenings in their neighbors lives. I'd rather not associate with them. Especially since they'd rather not acknowledge that my family and others like ours even exist anymore." She said blinking back tears with a sad smile.

He looked at her. Her with her sad blue eyes and golden hair. "You know what? I think you deserve a break. Wanna stop by the ice cream parlor?"

"Y-y-yes. I'd love to but I've got to be heading home soon."

"15 minutes. That's all."

She smiled. "Okay!"

They headed towards the door and got off when the bus came to a stop. He grabbed her bag of groceries and helped her down the stairs.

They started towards the parlor with their hoods up against the cold.

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