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Show Hannah Mae and the Mona Lisa 111 26 Colby was excited to meet Mr. Morris, but nervous, too. He acted like he /oolefc on test days at school-jittery and absent-minded and worried over every little thing. I had to remind him twice to bring his sketchbook. "Mr. Morris might want to take a look," I said. "He could give you some pointers." Colby got even more jittery after that. He suggested we drop the whole idea . . . maybe he didn't feel up to such a long day . . . maybe he wouldn't leave home at all. . . maybe he would stick around the farm and sketch Henrie, or Beulah, or the old f\ tractor . . . and anyway, my lasagna might go bad if he didn't stay home and finish it. \ rT? "I'll make you more lasagna," I promised. That didn't seem to help. Mom took us in the truck. The ride was awful quiet. Mom asked Colby if he was feeling okay. He said he was fine, but I kept hold of his sketchbook just to make sure. |