There was a second, more violent, tremor last night – 6.1 this time.
I heard it coming across the courtyard – it was like a monster pushing itself under the house.
All the spoons hanging on hooks over the stove started jiggling. A few things fell over.
Florence was very alarmed and hid behind the sofa.
I was outside today, looking across the olive grove to the mountains, thinking about what terrible things there are underneath …