the need to sit waiting for the sun’s arrival, Katherine lifted Max and threw him on her back.
“Grab my scruff,” she said.
Max did, and Katherine immediately leapt from the fort area, landing first in the many-colored meadow, then atop one of her striped treetop platforms, and then in a forest of pink translucent plants, each time touching the ground with the speed and delicacy of a hummingbird.
They saw parts of the island Max didn’t know existed — an area of high yellow grass populated by walking snakes, snakes who stood on hind legs of some kind, living in a clearing with a dozen geysers spouting bright orange plumes of sparks and mist. Finally they landed on the far side of the island, on a wide white beach with high dunes and corkscrew rock formations, cerulean blue, jutting everywhere from the sand.
“Do you like it?” Katherine asked.
Max nodded. He loved it.
“I come here when I want to be alone,” Katherine said. “I have to come here to remember who I am and who I’m not. See them?”
Katherine pointed up and Max saw two birds, red dots in the sky, flying in ellipses, then figure eights, crossing in perfect time. Max was hypnotized by the symmetry of their flight.
“Are those the owls?” he asked, hushed.
“Are those the owls?” Katherine repeated, mimicking him. “Of course they are. They’re not seals. Everyone ate the last ones for dinner last night.”
Before Max could think of a witty comeback, and just as the thought of real seals being eaten by his friends had sunk in, he saw one of the owls plummet. It had been hit by a rock, thrown by Katherine, and so a red blur fell, almost straight down, from the sky. Max watched in horror, frozen, not wanting to see the bird crash into the earth but unable to look away.
But just as it approached the ground he saw that Katherine was there, underneath, waiting nonchalantly for its arrival. She caught the owl like an outfielder would a pop fly. Without waiting a beat and while cradling the first owl in her arm, Katherine threw another rock into the air, it connected with a second owl, and this one followed the same course as the first — it fell precipitously. Katherine monitored its flightpath and caught it with great care.
With an owl under each arm, she jogged over to where Max had stood paralyzed, watching.
“Here they are!” she said. “Aren’t they great?”
Max wasn’t sure what to say. They were magnificent birds, with crimson plumage and great auburn wings, but they seemed disoriented and damaged from being knocked from the sky by Katherine’s rocks. Their pupils were spinning like tiny carousels. As if reading Max’s thoughts, she reassured him.
“They don’t feel it at all. Their bones and wings and everything are built to, uh, you know, make them not feel it when rocks hit them when I throw them,” she said. Now she grabbed them each by their talons and swung them upside-down. “See? There’s no damage at all. They love it, actually.”
Max wasn’t sure how this was being demonstrated by hanging them upside-down, but he was too confused to argue, and besides, what did he know about the health and welfare of sea owls?
“Let’s sit down and rest for a second,” Katherine said, plopping herself on a high dune.
Max wanted to get back to the fort site, to help with its construction and generally oversee things, but Katherine was in no hurry.
“Hey Max, do you like being carried?”
Max had no idea what this meant, but when he thought about it, being carried sounded like fun. It had been fun when he’d ridden on everyone’s shoulders during the parade. “Yeah,” he said.
“Yeah, me too! We’re so similar!” Katherine said, placing her hair behind her ear excitedly. “But this one time, I got a carrying monkey,” she said, making a gesture as if holding a baby. “I got him for Carol, so he wouldn’t have to walk all the way to his studio. It’s so far, and I didn’t want him to be tired before he even gets there. And everyone likes to be carried, right?”
“Yeah,” Max said.
“Okay, right,” Katherine continued, “so I gave him a monkey and then when he carried Carol I laughed and said I was surprised the monkey was strong enough. But then Carol got offended because he thought I meant that he was fat or something. But I was joking! So he said, ‘Well, if I’m so fat I guess