Daisy came running inside.

‘Yay, is this an earthquake?’ she shouted with glee. ‘Come and see the pool. There are waves like at the beach!’

Grace grabbed her. ‘No. Get under the dining table with me, quickly!’

‘I want to see the volcano.’

‘No.’

Tina, white-faced, had hurried in and was crouching under the table. Grace pulled Daisy under there too, ready to cover her with her body. There was a distant crash as something fell from a shelf.

Then there was silence.

‘It’s stopped,’ said Tina.

They waited a moment or two, then they heard Putu and Sri coming through the side gate and calling to them.

Daisy scrambled out and ran to meet them, jumping up and down. ‘We had an earthquake!’

‘Yes. Just a baby one.’ Sri smiled. ‘Are you okay, Ibu Grace?’

‘A bit shaky but fine.’ She laughed. ‘A baby one, eh? Will there be more?’

‘No, all finished for now,’ said Putu confidently as he put down the basket of fruit and vegetables for Sri. ‘Maybe some small aftershocks a bit later. No need to worry.’

Daisy raced to Grace’s laptop. ‘I want to see some pictures of Mount Agung. How big was this one, Sri?’

‘Maybe a five or six. Just a little shiver.’

Grace and her mother exchanged a look and the two women started to laugh.

‘I’m still feeling wobbly,’ said Tina. ‘Like my equilibrium hasn’t come back to normal.’

‘I can’t get over how I feel,’ said Grace. ‘It’s like we are fleas on top of a massive animal that just shook itself gently. Reminding us how insignificant we are.’

Daisy was chewing her lip as she studied the computer.

‘It’s a six two,’ she read.

‘Six point two,’ said Grace.

‘Not so big,’ Sri said and shrugged. ‘Over seven is a big one.’

‘This was big enough,’ said Grace. ‘Right, where were we?’ She tried to keep her voice steady but she couldn’t help thinking that the shock of the Facebook message was even bigger than the terror of the ground moving under her.

*

The gallery in Ubud was in a nondescript building, a simple space that, rather than drawing attention to itself, allowed its contents to shine. And indeed, as Grace walked into the room, the walls glowed.

Steve was there already and came over to her. ‘Lives lived, places loved,’ he said softly, staring around at the artwork. ‘There are some amazing paintings here.’

‘Sure are,’ Grace said. ‘This is even better than I’d expected.’

Rows of chairs faced a podium, and arrangements of flowers stood against one wall. Doors at the back of the room led to a patio, where tables were covered with trays of drinks and food. Two men, formally dressed, and a woman Grace figured was the gallery director, who was wearing severe glasses, were anxiously comparing notes.