Passing the Days and Nights
What doesn’t change, regardless of location, is that one day and one night still equal twenty four hours. The days were passing by and it was now Wednesday, five days after the quake.
And nothing had changed except the frustration level for everyone, regardless of location. The boys and men were still together in the hotel ballroom, winging it daily, knowing by any measure of common sense that the food supply the hotel was being so generous with must be getting lower.
The women and children were not going to run out of food anytime soon, but they were beginning to run out of the fun of being together, with concern for their husbands, sons, and brothers ruling both the days and the nights. Fire officials had come by to check on them from time to time, but sti
