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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 75 17 "Is that a deal? " Mr. Morris' words sang in my ears like the creek in spring. I can't remember a word I spoke to Miss Larkin on the drive to the French Market. All I can remember is being filled with happiness, a happiness that comes of a sudden and without warning. A happiness that swells your heart so full you know it's going to beat right out of your chest. In all of my twelve years, I can only remember feeling that kind of happiness once before-when we loaded Christmas into the back of the new tmck and drove up to my cousins' place in Pennsylvania. My uncle had taken sick, and I think Mom worried she might not see him again if we put off the trip. I was excited to see my cousins, but mostly I was excited to see snow. I'd never in my whole life seen real, honest to goodness, Christmas-card snow, the kind that blankets the world in white and shines in the moonlight. I'd wished forever to see snow like that. , |