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MEETING OF THE MINDS

IAN WAS ALONE IN GRACE’S BEDROOM WHEN THINGS started to get weird. First the lights went out, then the darkness seemed to harden into solid particles. There was a moment of utter stillness, the most vivid stillness Ian had ever known, before a rumbling erupted all around him, the floor and walls and ceiling began to shake, and he felt himself going down.

Ian sat bolt upright, eyes blurred and rheumy, his face a greasy mask of sleep. Slowly, he took in the familiar surroundings: the wicker chair in the corner, the comfortable clutter of his clothing on the floor, and a pile of scripts—Grace’s weekend reading—by the bed. He put his hands out beside him, patting down the mattress as his breathing calmed. Solid, he thought. It was just a dream.

Suddenly the ground trembled somewhere behind the building, and the entire apartment groaned. Ian dove back under the covers, but the noise and movement didn’t last. So, after a minute, he got out of bed and looked out the window.

In the backyard, workmen were driving twenty-foot-long metal poles into the ground at even intervals. A sandy-haired man stood at the back door, consulting a clipboard. As Ian watched, the man nodded, and blasting renewed, the workmen punching another hole into the earth.

Charlie was halfway up the stairs when he saw Grace’s front door open. For weeks, every time he’d stepped into the hallway, the possibility of this moment had been at the back of his mind. Now, he felt unprepared. He hesitated, one foot dangling in the air, waiting to see her emerge.

But Grace didn’t emerge, just a wiry guy with uncombed dark hair, and a chin covered with a few days’ stubble. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. The boyfriend, Charlie thought, and passed him on the landing, taking out his keys.

“Hey.” Charlie turned around. The boyfriend was staring at him. “That your stuff in the yard?”

“Uh-huh,” Charlie answered.

“Building something?”

“It’s … an experiment.”

“You a scientist?”

“A seismologist.”

“No shit.” The boyfriend grinned. “From Caltech?”

“CES, actually. We’re a new …”

“You guys are gonna predict the Big One.” The boyfriend’s face opened in recognition, eyes bright as lasers. “I know you. You’re the guy who predicted Kobe. I read about you in the Reader.”

“Charlie Richter.”

“Yeah, that’s you.” The boyfriend stepped forward and put out his hand. “My name’s Ian. You want a cup of coffee?”

Ian finished brewing the last of Grace’s mocha java and poured Charlie a cup. “Be honest,” he said. “Is it true you guys already know how to predict earthquakes?”

Charlie laughed. He’d only known this guy five minutes, but already he was acting as if they were old friends.

“That’s what they said in the Reader,” Ian continued. “Among other things.”

“Don’t believe everything you read.”

Charlie sipped his coffee and glanced at a stack of snapshots on the table. A pretty blonde in a bikini stood on Zuma Beach, jutting her hip provocatively and sticking out her tongue. Charlie had a pretty good idea who it was.

“That’s my girl friend,” Ian said, “Grace.”

Charlie examined the curve of her thigh, and the way her hair shimmered in the light. “Do you live together?”

“I have a place in Silver Lake, but Grace works all day. You work at home?”

“Sometimes. Today I’m buying a car.”

“Yeah? What kind?”

“I don’t know. Something simple.” Charlie paused. “A Honda Civic, maybe.”

“Are you kidding? Get something funky, a convertible, at least. This is L.A.”

“I don’t know …”

“Come on. Hondas are boring. You’re not a Honda kind of guy.”

Charlie looked down at the table, tracing a circle with his finger on the wood.

“Listen,” Ian said. “I’ll go with you. Just let me get dressed.”

When he was alone, Charlie reached for the snapshots. In each, Grace stared directly into the lens, as if she knew something he would never know.

There was one Charlie couldn’t get past, a close-up of her face. She wasn’t smiling, and her eyes flashed with sparks that could have been excitement, or anger, or both. Charlie looked at her for a long time.

Then he heard the bedroom door open, and, almost as a reflex, he slipped the picture into his pocket. Before he could reconsider, Ian appeared.

“All right, man,” he said. “Let’s go buy you a car.”

Grace raced home at lunch to pick up a script she’d forgotten. As usual, Navaro was sitting on the front steps.

“You’re looking lovely today,” he said as Grace came up the path. She smiled, but made sure not to meet his eyes.

“Hey. What’s your hurry?”

“I want to say hello to Ian.”

Navaro shook his head. “I don’t know what you see in that guy. Hangs around here all day while you work. Doesn’t even own a decent pair of pants.”

Grace continued to smile.

“Anyways, he ain’t up there. Took off with Charlie hours ago.”

“Charlie?”

“The scientist. Went to buy a car. ‘Course, I’ve been telling him ever since he moved in …”

But Grace was no longer listening. Charlie? With Ian? Weird. She brushed past the landlord, and went on up the stairs.

Ear to the Ground

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