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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 14 He laughed again, delighted to have made me blush. I said, "I guess I could write about the Louvre. If I write the best essay, I'll win that trip to Paris." Colby didn't speak. "I don't suspect many others will want to write about the Louvre," I said. "Probably not." I sat up. "What would be the first painting you would see?" Colby rolled over and stared like I had asked the dumbest question. "I'd visit the Mona Lisa," he said. I knew about the Mona Lisa. Mom had hung a copy in the parlor one day when she was feeling perky about fixing up the house. She had cut it out of a magazine and stuck it in a store bought frame. Colby opened his sketchbook. He studied one of his drawings and then laid it on the lawn for me to see. The drawing showed a young girl with folded hands and a faint smile. "The Mona Lisa," I breathed. "Colby, she's beautiful." I stared at Colby's drawing and tried to right my thoughts. Truthfully, I had never paid much attention to the Mona Lisa hanging in our parlor, but Colby's sketch was amazing. "Can I borrow this? Can I study it for my essay?" "You've already got a picture hanging in your parlor," he said. "What do you want with mine?" |