a photo of the actual disaster, which was a month later, from the CNN website. I think youâll find it interesting.â
My fingers feel clammy; they tremble as I do as she says. When I find the CNN photo, it is literally a pale imitation of her painting. The photo is all sea green, brown, and grey. Maraâs painting is dotted with the hot pink of a little girlâs sweatshirt, the fire-engine red of a motorbike being swept out to sea, and the neon multicolors of a supermarket sign wrenched from its facade.
I remember this photograph; it haunted me. This was natureâs wrathâthe picture of chaosâand even at the age of thirteen, I was conscious of how the photographer had managed to capture that raw and brutal destruction.
Yet Mara saw it and captured it too. A month before it happened. I start to feel wobbly, dizzy. I lean against the wall for support.
âDid you try to stop it?â I ask her.
âThe earthquake and tsunami?â she asks. She gives a little laugh. âKass, I appreciate your belief in me, but I havenât figured out how to control seismic activity quite yet.â
âNo,â I snap. âI mean did you try to warn anyone?â
â Yes, of course,â she snaps back. âOf course I did.â In a flash, Maraâs mania and joy are gone; now her face is flushed and twisted with rage.
As I try to remain calm in order to calm her , I also try to imagine how a teenager would go about warning a foreign country that itâs about to experience a devastating natural disaster. âSo what did you do?â I ask. âWho did you tell? Your parents?â
âAre you kidding? If I told them that, they would have doubled my meds.â She rolls her eyes as if sheâs embarrassed by my stupidity. âI emailed the prime minister of Japanâs office, like, repeatedly.â She shrugs. âNo one answered. Apparently no one in his office was particularly interested in the earthquake forecasts of a kid from Oklahoma. And it wasnât like I was going to be able to stop it, so eventually I gave up and started painting it instead.â
Footsteps approach. When I glimpse the two unhappy guards entering our gallery, I link arms with Mara. Best to steer her out of the museum before we get booted. Iâm hoping sheâll chill out once weâre back outside in the sunshine. She seems to have relaxed a little, though sheâs still far from serene. As we walk through the exit, she unwraps a gummy ginger candy and pops it in her mouth. When she finishes chewing it, she stops in her tracks and slips her arm from mine.
â You know that I had an ulterior motive in inviting you here, donât you?â she says. Her voice is surprisingly calm.
Uh-oh.
Before I can utter a word, she states, âI want you to stay away from Pankaj.â
I almost laugh. âStay away from Pankaj? What are you talking about?â
âDonât play coy, Kass; itâs really unattractive on you.â
âMara, youâre insane.â I immediately regret my choice of words, but now Iâm angry. My patience has worn thin. âI donât even like Pankaj, and itâs pretty clear that he has a raging hate-on for me, so you donât have a lot to worry about on this one.â
âIâm serious,â she says. Sheâs leaning so close to me Iâm wondering if she might get violent. Only now do I see the dark circles under her eyes beneath some concealer.
I take a step back. âI donât even know why youâre worried about this. If you like him, take him. Heâs all yours.â
âThatâs not the point.â She glares at me. âJust . . . just remember this conversation.â
âNot a problem. Youâve done a pretty good job of freaking me out here.â
âGood,â she says, her voice sliding into a grim whisper. âExactly what I was hoping to do.â
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