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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 54 12 Colby made me close my eyes as we rumbled down the last mile offence road. "Don't open yet!" he yelled. He pulled to a stop and ran around to open my door. "Not yet!" he repeated. He held my hand and guided me to^aid-thr-front. I shuffled over gravel, one hand covering my eyes. "Okay, you can look now," he said. I opened my eyes. "Colby . . ." Gone was the decrepit shack I had seen on Tuesday. In its place stood a bright market with red striped awning and scalloped trim. Colby had painted a table on one side of the market with shoppers in blue berets. On the other side he had painted a little Parisian girl holding a red balloon. , Towering over the back was the grandest part of all. Colby had constmcted the outline of the Eiffel Tower as if it were rising in the Paris sky. It was amazing. You felt your neck craning back and back as the tower climbed up and up and up. |