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"Earthquake," I said as Candlestick Park shook

"Hella Cool," Shannie yelled bouncing on the couch

"You wouldn't say that if you were there," I scolded

"I don't need to be You already rock lued to the television

When I wondered aloud about my mother's fate Shannie asked, "Why do you think she's in San Francisco?"

"I don't know, but what if she got hurt? What if she's dead?"

"I'd thank God for small favors," Shannie quipped, her attention held captive by the televised drama

Shannie broke our silence "God, how I miss him"

"Who?" I asked "Count I don't knohat made me think of this," she said

"Think of what?" I asked

"I'd better not say He'd kill me if I told you"

"He'll never know," I said