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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 66 15 Mom fried some steaks on Sunday and cooked up an apple pie. I think it was to celebrate our big success at the French Market. Saturday night, Colby counted off twenty dollars from our wad of cash and repaid Dad. Gus watched with a smile on his face. My dad looked at all the money and said, "Heck son, I might sell this place and come work for you." Everybody laughed. I tried all day to make peace with Paris. I told myself, "There's more to life than Paris, Hannah Mae Downing!" Problem is, I kept answering, "Like what, for instance?" I tried to square my jaw like Colby when he lost his dog and Gus told him to act like a man. I tried to grow up. But it wasn't any use. I couldn't get Paris out of my head. I made the mistake of pulling out that shoebox of Mr. Morris. I stared at every photo. They reminded me of the pictures in my French book, only better. My knowing the man in the photo made everything seem more real. A few showed Mr. Morris arm in arm with a beautiful girl, and I couldn't imagine a better place to find someone who |