The quake lasted a little longer than the others; the dolls rocked together on the floor; a dish clattered; someone shouted, "Don Raul, Don Raul!"
Stepping to the window on the patio side, Raul saw Salvador.
"A tree has blown down on the stable. Can you come?" Salvador shouted.
"I'll be down."
Raul went down the stairway. Angelina stood on the bottom steps, a cup of broth in her hands.
"Raul, there was another quake.... How is Caterina?"
"No better. Her stomach pains her a great deal. She's asleep."
"I'll go up anyway. Maybe she'll wake soon and have some broth."
They passed one another without really seeing one another.
"Your father wants to know how Caterina is," Angelina said, as she went up.