Ginny cried and screamed a lot for the first forty-eight hours or so in Subterranea. She was worried about Grandma and her best friend, Carol. Were they dead? Was everyone dead? What if everybody we knew was dead or dying? How could we not go find them and help them? Would she still get to go to high school in September? What if all of the teachers had already dropped dead from radiation poisoning? Would she never get to be in a high school musical?
I cupped my hands against my ears to try to block out all the noise. I tried to focus on the sounds of the ocean in my hands but she would not stop crying and she would not stop screaming. She even tried to open the door to the main part of the house, but Dad wrestled her to the ground.
“You do not endanger your life like that,” Dad screamed
