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I’m not sure exactly what happened next, or in what order, but we ran. Not an easy thing to do as we climbed a small hill and then two sets of stairs.
“Grab as much non-perishable food as you can,” I shouted when we got to the restaurant.
“What’s going on?” Mark asked as the kids and Hayword began filling bags with food.
“David,” I said, “have you heard about any earthquakes?” I looked at Mark. “He’s got a disaster app on his phone.”
“No,” David said.
We got the food and a case of bottled water and headed for the SUV, after Mark locked the door.
“We’re all going together?” Mark asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Get in.”
Then Hayword drove us away from the sea.
“The wild animals were at my house,” I said. “I bet that means it must be safe there.”
“Even safer up at the big house,” Ha
