CHAPTER THIRTEEN

               Rose smiled as she appeared at the top of the stairway to see Jack waiting patiently beside her father, both dressed in a coat and tie.  Jack looked especially handsome with his blond hair smoothed back.  When she reached the bottom he took her hand and kissed it.

               “I saw that in a movie once and I always wanted to do it,” He grinned, Rose only giggled in reply.

               “Don’t keep her out too late George,” Ruth appeared in the living room doorway.  “She has a test to study for Monday.”

               “Don’t worry Ruth.  She’ll be back at a suitable hour,” George nodded to his ex-wife.  “Now Rose, Jack, let’s be on our way.”

*

                             They were right on time with the reservations.  After glancing at the menu and ordering, a uncomfortable silence fell between them.

               “So Jack, tell me about yourself,” George broke the silence.

               “Uh…what do you want to know,” Jack nervously swallowed.  This after all was the father of  the woman he adored.  He wanted to make a good impression.

               “Where do you go to school?”

               “Titan High.  My grades aren’t the best, but they’re not the worse either,” Jack smiled.  “My cousin Heather though, she’s in the advanced classes.  We all think she’ll be graduating this year instead of next year.”

               “Jack’s a wonderful artist daddy.  You should see some of his work.  It’s like he captures your soul and puts it on paper,” Rose smiled. 

               “Oh really?  You have to show me some of your work Jack.  I have a friend at the New York Art Academy who may be interested in you.”

               “Really?” Jack’s eyes widened.  It was his dream to go to the New York Art Academy and if there was any chance that Rose’s father could get him in, that would be great. 

               “I have a couple of his drawings at home if you want to see them later,” Rose offered.  “They’re all of me of course.  That’s all he seems to like to draw lately.”

               “That’s because you’re beautiful inspiration,” Jack grinned.  “Plus you’re easy to draw.  In fact my art teacher was curious about the lovely girl in all my drawings lately.  I told him she was my soul mate.”

               “Jack,” Rose blushed.

               George had to smile.  Jack was a great young man by the looks of it and he adored Rose.  Someone his daughter needed with his busy schedule and Ruth’s callousness.  “Well Jack, I look forward to seeing your artwork.  Maybe you can do a portrait of my lovely daughter for me.”
               “Daddy!”

               “Sir, it’d be a pleasure to do a portrait of Rose for you,” Jack smiled sincerely.

               “Jack…” Rose blushed, causing George to laugh. 

               “So Jack…tell me more about yourself.”

               So for the rest of the night Jack, Rose and her father talked about their schools and jobs and lives.  At the end of the evening, George dropped both Jack and Rose off and after saying a good-night to Rose, Jack drove his car back home.

 

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