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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 13 hope. And even though you had a studio filled with wonderful paintings-mostly of your true love, a pale mademoiselle with dark hair and black eyes-you'd still die poor on the very day the famous museums discovered your work." Colby hadn't understood a word, of course. He had only scratched his head and said, "I can die poor right here in Willard. That doesn't take going to Paris." (^/ Colby is like all the men in Willard County. No imagination. No dreams. All except Mr. Morris. Colby and I sat quiet for a while, enjoying the sun. He said, "I asked Parker Produce if I could buy strawberries wholesale. I told them I was thinking about having a stand on the highway." He waited for my reaction. "Will they give you a good price?" I asked. Colby turned away. Likely, he didn't ask. I changed the subject. "If you could visit Paris, where would you go? What would you most like to see?" "I'd visit the Louvre." "The Louvre?" Colby nodded. "The Louvre is the most famous art museum in the whole world," he explained. "I know what the Louvre is," I said. I stretched out on the grass and rested my head on Colby's back. "What would you see in the Louvre?" "Everything." "Even the naked paintings?" Colby laughed. "Especially the naked paintings." I hit him in the ribs with my elbow. "You'd turn red as a beet, Colby Jones!" |