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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 68 I guess Billy wanted to make sure I didn't get too many imaginings. I nodded, but I didn't speak. I didn't dare tell Billy that I wasn't likely going to Paris. Billy said, "Mom wanted me to ask if you could get her six pints of blueberries. She says everyone's talking about your French Market and she can't wait to see it." I smiled and tried to keep my chin hitched up. "I'll tell Colby to pick some up," I answered. "Could you have them by four o'clock?" "Four o'clock," I confirmed. Billy nodded and left. My stomach never did recover enough to remember it was hungry. After French, I told Miss Larkin my idea about sitting for Mr. Morris at night. I could tell right away that she didn't think much of the idea. "Mr. Morris always paints in natural light," she said. I handed her Mr. Morris' box of photos and said, "I figured." I reached in my pocket and pulled out his check. Miss Larkin stared at the check and frowned. "Why don't you ask Mr. Morris yourself?" she asked. "Could you come by after school?" I shook my head. "Colby and I have to tend the market." "What time do you start?" "Three-thirty. Mom has to mn us to Holly Ridge to pick up our produce. Then we have to take her back to the farm before we head to the market." |