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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 57 I fixed my eyes. "Are you telling me you had cars pulling in all day yesterday wanting to buy stuff?" Colby nodded. I had to swallow my next question because another car pulled to a stop. We went through the same exercise with Colby nodding and me gawking. After the car pulled away, I marched around the back and found a scrap board and painted, "Open tomorrow. " The letters were crooked, but I didn't care. I knew we wouldn't get anything done without a sign to do our talking. "So what exactly are we planning to sell tomorrow?" I asked. Colby climbed down the ladder. "I've ordered strawberries, like we planned. And plums. And blackberries, tomatoes, cucumbers, green beans, new potatoes, and I figure I'll take a look around to see if anything else looks good." He winked. "Maybe melons." He ticked the items off with his fingers as he spoke. "The tomatoes will be coming from a hot house, so I don't figure they'll be too exciting. But I'll see." I was dumbfounded, my mouth open. "You'll want to be careful with that brush," Colby said. I looked at the brush I was holding. Paint was dripping on my shoe. I didn't care. Folks stopped in all afternoon, even with the sign, some wanting this, others that. You'd have thought we were the PrggiyWiggly supermarket. One lady even asked if we were going to have French breads and Colby began chewing on the idea until I told him we needed to take this thing one step at a time. Everyone said the same thing, though. "What a cute place! Who did all this?" |