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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 58 Colby and I pointed at each other. Colby gives me the credit since I came up with the idea, but Colby's the one who did the magic-and the hard work. While I was off talking Paris he was busy building it. I felt puny again. ' By nightfall we were putting on the finishing touches. I was beat. We loaded the remaining paint and lumber into the back of the truck and Colby said, "Go around front, Hannah Mae. I want you to see something." I dragged myself around front and waited as I stared through the darkness. I was proud for Colby. Even in the dark the place looked mighty fine. Suddenly the sky lit up with a thousand twinkling lights. The Eiffel Tower sparkled like my favorite photo. I raised my hand to my mouth to stifle a cry. Even the market had lights draped under the awning. Colby ran back and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "What do you think?" he asked. "I really am in Paris," I sighed. Colby beamed and we stood and stared for the longest time. Cars slowed and some pulled over. Nobody spoke, though. Nobody wanted to break the magic. |
