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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 63 14 Parker's was busier than I expected, especially for a Saturday. Trucks filled the parking lot-all showing names from big markets and fancy restaurants. I even saw Mr. Grummel walking around looking important. Colby scouted around and found some nice tomatoes. While he packed the tmck, I looked over the bill and then we headed back to our French Comer Market. What a long drive. Next week, I'm for sure going to convince Colby to talk to the sheriff. You won't believe it, but folks were already waiting when we pulled up. Colby unloaded and I tried to remember how to spell the names of fruits and vegetables in French. I gave up and used English. No matter, you'd have thought we were selling dollars for fifty cents. As soon as I plunked down the paper sacks, ladies were grabbing and stuffing like they hadn't ever laid eyes on real fruits and vegetables. Colby looked dandy in his white apron. With a blue beret, he could have passed for a true French merchant. |