Chapter sixty six

Joan's pov

He spent a half hour grilling me pretty thoroughly…but not about what had happened the night before.

To my astonishment, Sylvester and Doc had kept their mouths shut. Andy was perfectly in the dark about what had happened. All he wanted to know was whether I liked my new school, if I was happy, blah, blah, blah….

Except for one thing. He did say to me, as he was asking me how I liked California, and was so very different from New York, uh, duh.

“So, I guess you slept straight through your first earthquake.”

I nearly choked on a chip.

“What?”

“Your first quake. There was one last night, around two in the morning. Not a big one, really—roundabout four-pointer—but it woke me up. No damage, except down at the Misstly. Breezeway collapsed But then, that should come as no surprise to them. I’ve been warning them for years about that timber. It’s nearly as old as the Mission itself. Can’t be expected to last forever.”

I chewed more carefully. Wow. Heather’s good-bye bang must ha