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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 85 A few cars pulled in and I sold some tomatoes and a few beans. Someone asked for blueberries. I sighed and pointed to Gmmmel's. Colby didn't show. I wondered about him running out of gas. He hadn't planned on driving all the way to Parker's again and he wouldn't have thought to check the gas, especially not with me shouting for him to hurry. Shadows stretched across the road. I checked my watch. Where was that boy? That's when my dad pulled up in the new tmck. I knew Dad hadn't seen the place yet, so I figured he was stopping by to take a look. He waited while I helped a lady choose out some strawberries. He tipped his head as the lady left. Dad spoke quietk "I've come to help you close the place, Hannah." I waved my hand. "Colby helps with that," I explained. Dad looked me hard in the eyes and clenched his jaw. My stomach lurched to my throat. "Colby's been in an accident," he said. His words hung in the air, pale and thin in the fading light. I didn't move. I couldn't move. My body was numb. "He's in the hospital," Dad continued. "Mom and Gus are with him now." Dad looked at his boots. "It's bad. I don't know any other way to say it." I covered my mouth and dropped to my knees. The world was spinning and I couldn't stand and I couldn't breathe. I wanted to scream. Dad let me be. He spoke softly to a lady that drove up and she gasped and squeezed his hand. She drove away. "We'd best hurry," Dad said. He looked around. "I'll come by tonight and clean up the place." Dad lowered the awning. He took me by the arm and lifted me up. My |