We climbed out of the cellar just after 7:00 a.m. To be safe, we waited longer.
than an hour after sunrise, knowing we would miss some of our classes that
Friday morning. But once, we witnessed the destruction of the kitchen and living
room in Peter’s townhouse, it became immediately obvious that school would be
an afterthought for the rest of the day as well.
“My God!” Peter whispered in amazement, after we stepped back into the
kitchen.
The refrigerator lay on its side and the oven door had been torn off. Huge
holes had been torn in the floor where the fiends tried to burrow their way into
the cellar from above. Unlike what we’d been told before, a thick steel slab
covered the cellar in addition to the steel-reinforced walls and door.
I couldn’t think of anything to add to my
