“They are going to extend Spring Break for another week—so they can dig out and to check for earthquake damage. Some buildings might stay closed. I was so worried, honey, you have no idea.”
You’re right, I don’t. I have no idea at all.
* * * *
Just under two weeks later, Gavin and Raoul found themselves sharing a room at the Carolina Inn. Mangum dorm, along with the rest of the Upper Quad, had been destroyed. The ground had split and dropped several feet, pulling the dorms down into a jumble of broken bricks, wood, metal, and the miscellaneous debris of two or three hundred-odd male students. That was a blessing in disguise, Gavin’s mother said, when he complained about losing all his clothes and books. A blessing? Yes, your medicine bottle was destroyed, too.
Eddie decided to move in
