Alicia called, jumping up and down on the path near Frog Heaven. She wore a very short yellow skirt, and her hair was tied back with a matching ribbon. Rosalba waved. Little did Alicia know how hard it had been to come! Not wanting to hurt her friend’s feelings, she decided not to mention Papa’s order. “Let’s go to the camp. The frogs are waiting,” Alicia said. “And I’ve read another chapter in the book. There’s hope, Rosalba. There’s something we can do to keep the world from ending.” If it was possible to prevent disaster, how serious had the threat been to start with? Rosalba retied her hair ribbon, which had come undone in her rush. As Alicia took her by the hand, Rosalba felt for the yarn bracelet tied around her wrist. “You’re still wearing it!” she declared happily. “Of course,” said Alicia. “I have something important to tell you too,” Rosalba said, fixing her eyes on Alicia’s. “We Mayans do know about your prophesy, after all. When I saw my mama weaving, I understood.
