WHAT IF I MISS THE EARTHQUAKE

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In the Mazda with my mother, I drive us to Home-Depot—

we are going to buy plaster to fix the uneven sidewalk in front of our house,

Not only is it an eyesore, she explains, but also a liability.

 

I teach her about the Wilson Cycle, told her the Himalayas

were once an ocean. Everything that is now something was once         

something else.

 

My mom is less interested in this than I am. She has seen more

shrinking oceans than I have, perhaps this phenomenon

loses strength over time.

 

I took a semester of Earth and Ocean Sciences, I know

the sidewalk is evidence of the eventual earthquake.

 

The fault underneath us will give way any day now. Mom emailed me

an article a day about our upcoming Armageddon until I told her I was losing sleep.

 

BY OLIVIA SCARLET HOFFMAN

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