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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 48 "He said, 'Colby, there's a whole world of want out there. It's waiting around every corner, and it's gonna stare you in the face whenever you give it the chance. Just remember one thing, son-you can't fill your pockets with want.' " Colby looked at the floor. "Your dad was right." "But you want the vegetable stand," I noted. Colby nodded. "I suspect I do. But I can live without it. I'd rather have a friend than a French Comer Market." I felt tears swelling in my eyes. These Willard men don't say much, but they sure make it count when they do. I stayed quiet and wondered how much I would be willing to give up for Paris. I wasn't sure of the answer. Finally, I asked, "What were you wanting, Colby?" "Mom. Dad had been ornery and I suspect I was looking for someone to take my side." He studied his hands. "How old were you?" "Seven." Seven seemed like a hundred years ago. The room fell silent. I heard our cow bellowing in the pasture, calling her calf. "Do you still think about your mom, Colby? Don't you wonder if she thinks about you?" It was the dumbest thing a person could ask. Colby paused. "I hear from her sometimes . . . Well, only twice. She sent Christmas cards." I was shocked. I had never heard. "What did she say?" "She told me not to blame myself. My being bom wasn't the cause of her leaving." |
