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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 56 Colby shook his head. "Tomorrow?" she asked. Colby nodded. "Will you have peaches?" "No, ma'am." Colby was standing on a ladder with a bmsh in his hand. "Strawberries, though." "Good. What about tomatoes?" "It's a little early yet," Colby explained. "But I'll pick out a few good ones if I can find any." The woman smiled like she had won the lottery. "This is going to be the cutest place!" she said. "Will you have melons?" "I'll check on those, too." Colby answered. The dark window eased up and the car drove off. I stared at Colby like he had told the biggest whopper of a lie. "Melons?" I asked. Colby shrugged. "And tomatoes?" "Well, folks have been asking." "Folks? What folks?" *~ "All day yesterday. I couldn't hardly get anything done for people stopping to ask when we were opening up. The more I got the place finished, the more cars pulled over and ladies began asking if we weren't going to have peaches or plums or grapes or tomatoes or every other thing. And now it's started again today." |