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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 67 could make your heart skip. I dreamed about it all night. First thing in the morning, I turned to the picture of the Eiffel Tower in my French book and started bawling like a baby. You know how sometimes when you fall asleep, you pray your troubles will be gone in the morning? You hope that during the night God will visit and part the Red Sea so you can find your way across the next day. Well, on Monday morning, the Atlantic Ocean still rested between me and Paris, and that's a powerful lot of water. I don't suspect Moses' miracle rod could part all that. I stuffed Mr. Morris' check in my pocket with only one hope. I would ask Miss Larkin if Mr. Morris might paint me at night after Colby and I shut down the market. That way I could help Colby and still pose for the painting. Wouldn't you know it, Billy Waltmp stopped by my table at lunch. It was like he had seen all those bees buzzing around my head and stopped to join in. He handed me a card. I tried to keep my jaw hinged as I read, but it still flopped open once or twice. YOU'RE INVITED! WHAT: A Celebration of Paris WHERE: Waltrup'sRanch WHEN: Tonight® 8:00 \Jft "Who else will be coming?" I asked. I didn't dare hope that I might have Billy all to myself. "Four girls from Holly Ridge," he answered. "It's my mom's idea." |