Nick called. “Shake. Here, boy!” Jackson Street was empty and suddenly still. Nick looked up and down. He couldn’t see anyone, not a dog or another person. Nick had a terrible thought: What if everyone else in the city got swallowed up? He shivered and stuck his hands in his pockets. Yes, the coins were still there. And then all at once he missed Gran so much it hurt. He could almost hear her voice. “Land’s sake, that felt like the earth was no more than a rat a little dog got hold of and tried to shake to death. But now let’s get to work and right things.” That’s what I should do, Nick told himself. Get to work and right things. But it was hard to move, hard to trust that the shaking wouldn’t begin again and throw him down. Nick heard a cry. “Come on, Tim. Don’t fuss. Keep up now,” a woman scolded. A family of five or six emerged from a nearby doorway and began to rush toward Montgomery Street. The smallest boy trotted behind his mother, bawling loudly. I’m not alone, Nick realized with relief.
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