Mom looked at me like I was crazy. She was standing. She stopped walking across the room. She waited.
I was reclining on the couch. The earth was still moving. And now I was sure that it was an earthquake, but I was the only one in the room who felt it.
If it had been a small quake, the shaking would have stopped by then. But I could still feel the swaying, rolling motion. Then the rest of the family felt it.
There's nothing quite like an earthquake to give a family gathering on Easter that extra special something. The Food Network show we had been watching was making me sleepy (hence the reclining position on the couch).
So, I was not surprised at the magnitude nor the distance of the epicenter. But I think this was the first time that I felt the earthquake first. I'm usually the last to know.
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