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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 77 He nodded. "My knees never lie." I shouldn't have doubted, but I did. I checked the window right before bed and everything was still barren and black. My cousins woke me early on Christmas and we rushed downstairs to the tree. The adults were already awake. While my cousins passed out our presents, Uncle curled his finger, inviting me to follow. He led me to the front room and, without saying a word, he opened the blinds to a landscape of white. Snow had fallen in the night, deep and soft and perfect. Huge flakes continued to drift and crystal icicles hung from the roof. I nearly cried. Snow fell all morning and, in the afternoon when the sun broke through, the snow sparkled against blue sky and red bams. I thought of Colby. The boy would have been struck dumb seeing the things I was seeing-not that Colby was regularly inclined to fill his mouth with vocabulary. It was grand. I can't remember my gifts that Christmas. I can't even remember coming home. All I can remember is how I felt when my uncle raised those window blinds and my heart soared straight to heaven . .. That's the same way my heart was feeling when Miss Larkin drove me to the French Market after talking with Mr. Morris. \ My heart was soaring like that hawk in the morning Miss Larkin is always talking about. I pulled Billy's invitation from my back pocket and stared and stared. I knew I would be late to the market. I knew Colby would be waiting, all mad and disappointed. But I couldn't bring myself to think about vegetables. I held in my ~iv ^ |
