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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 44 He said, "Two to three hours each day for three weeks. Maybe four." "Four weeks?" I gulped. Colby would kill me. Miss Larkin added, "You could quiz Mr. Morris about Paris right off. He'd be a wonderful resource for your essay." What was a girl supposed to do? I wasn't feeling puny like an ant anymore, and Paris was feeling more and more like a real possibility, what with help from Mr. Morris. But what about Colby and the French Market? Colby would have to do all the work while I sat like a queen for a painting. I moved toward the door. I had to get somewhere I could breathe. "I'll think about it," I said. "I have other commitments." Miss Larkin followed. She let the subject rest on the ride home. We talked about the end of school and I thanked her for starting up the French class. I asked if she would be teaching second level next year. She frowned and explained that the school district wasn't enthused by this year's response. "They figure French class is a luxury," she sighed. "And Willard County isn't accustomed to luxuries," she added. When she dropped me off at my house, Miss Larkin apologized for Mr. Morris springing the idea of the portrait so suddem "He's impetuous like that," she explained. Then she said, "But you will think about it, I hope." I nodded. "Anyway," she continued, "Mr. Morris gave you a few good ideas about the Mona Lisa. I hope they help." "I hope so, too," I said. |
