entire head is purple !
âYou okay?â Banana pulls into a parking space in front of Miss Larkspurâs Tea Room. âYou hardly said a word at the aquarium.â
I chip a big piece of coral polish off my thumbnail. âSorry.â
âArenât you having a good time? Do you want to go somewhere else?â
âNo. I mean, yes, Iâm having a good time and no, I donât want to go anywhere else.â I look out the car window at the black-and-white sign of the Whitaker Art Gallery across the street.
âIs it Jorgianna? Your mom mentioned the two of you were going through a rough patch.â
âShedyed her hair purple. Not lavender. Not violet. Purple .â
âYou know your sister. Sheâs a great blue heron soaring among mallards.â
âNow sheâs a great purple heronâa purple heron I have to go to school with on Monday. This is all I need. Iâve already gotten complaints from Eden and some of my other friends over last weekâs flock.â
âFlock?â
âJorgianna wore a bright orange hat to school with a bunch of fake crows on it, but the birds looked real enoughâI mean, dead enoughâto freak out half the Wildlife Conservation Club. I had to do a lot of explaining to Miss Fleischmann.â
She tries to hide her grin.
âPlus, we had a big fight this morning.â
Her lips straighten. âIâm sorry, hon.â
I drop my head into my hands and pull my bangs through my fingers.
âMost sisters go through a stage where they canât seem to do anything but fight,â says Banana. âI did with mine. Ellen and your mom certainly did. When the two of them were teenagers they nearly drove meinsane. Every day it seemed there was a battle, and over the silliest things, too.â
âJorgianna and I have had our battles too, but weâve never been mean to each otherânot like this.â
Banana takes her keys out of the ignition. âLetâs go inside. Youâll feel better after weâve had some lemon verbena tea and cucumber sandwiches. I hear they have a new molten chocolate cake. Chocolate is good for the soul, you know.â
Cutting into a yummy chocolate cake with a warm, gooey center does sound good, but thereâs something I have to do first.
âBanana, could we go over to the Whitaker Gallery before we eat? I promised Jorgianna Iâd see her artwork.â
âOf course, sweetie.â
I won the crepe flipping bet, so I donât have to visit Jorgiannaâs exhibit, but I want to. Plus, thereâs a certain photograph I have to see.
Inside the gallery we are met by a mousy-looking woman with a chestnut-brown Pebbles-style ponytail on the top of her head. Itâs thin but long, reaching almost to her waist. She is wearing a black-and-white striped suit, a frilly white blouse, and the reddest, tallesthigh heels I have ever seen. Banana tells her we are here to see the school district art show, and a red fingernail with dark pink tips points to an arched white hallway. âThe last three galleries on the right.â
âI remember,â says Banana. âJorgiannaâs sculpture is in the second gallery.â
The moment I see my sisterâs art work, my breath catches. Jorgianna was right. The spotlights, the clear acrylic display stand, the little stairs that lead to the top of the cubeâeverything in the gallery works together to create the right atmosphere. Several overhead lights have been carefully arranged to bring out the colors of the Northwest landscape on the sides of the cube. While Banana tries to look inside the miniature Space Needle, I skip up the steps. Peering inside, I see the mound of pop cans, lightbulbs, batteries, and other trash scattered on Jorgiannaâs mock seashore.
âI remember when she was making this,â I say to Banana, who is slowly moving the hinged blue dogâs tail on the back of the box.
Simon Scarrow
Mary Costello
Sherryl Woods
Tianna Xander
Holly Rayner
Lisa Wingate
James Lawless
Madelynne Ellis
Susan Klaus
Molly Bryant