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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 82 I smiled and looked down the highway. "Did you think this up yourself?" she asked. I nodded. "Colby Jones did all the work." "Darling!" she repeated. I didn't move. She let go of my fingers. She smiled and waited. I scanned the road. "This place is just like Paris," she said. "Have you been to Paris?" I asked. I was stalling. "I'm going this year." she beamed. "As a chaperone. I knew Billy would be excited to come along. You're coming, too?" "Yes." Mrs. Waltmp's poodle barked from her Cadillac. "Have you seen our strawberries?" I asked. Mrs. Waltmp's smile began to fade. "Nice," she said. "And our fresh spinach?" She nodded and looked around, searching no doubt for her blueberries. "I should be going," she said. "I still have so much to get ready." She pulled a white handkerchief from her purse and touched it to the comer of her lips. "Mrs. Waltrup," I began. "There's a slight problem." She narrowed her eyes. "A problem?" "Colby forgot your blueberries." |