“Her mother called to her. She said, "Where are you going, Flora Belle?"
Flora didn't answer her. She never answered her mother when she called her Flora Belle.
Sometimes she didn't answer her mother when she called her Flora either.”

Source: Flora & Ulysses (2013), Chapter Four: A Surprisingly Helpful Cynic, p. 12

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