"Put that out dad, it's terrible for your health," said a young woman with light hair, holding a small child. Everett put the cigar out on a brick laying next to him and placed it discreetly in his breast pocket. Everett, his daughter, and his grandson, Andrew, were sitting on the roof of Thallow Flats.
Belinda put Andrew down and he ran over, his little face pressed up against the cages holding all the pigeons. The three had decided that on this unusually warm day, they would enjoy the roof. Down below, the streets were stirring as most had decided to take advantage of the warm day as Everett and his daughter had. She and her son had been visiting for a couple of days now and Everett couldn't have been happier. Andrew ran over to Everett sitting in the lawn chair and placed his hands on Everett's knees.
All of a sudden, the building shook violently. It seemed like an earthquake until the noise caught up with the vibrations. Instinctively, Everett leaned over and covered Andrew's head. Belinda screamed and fell to her knees. Everett noticed that the explosion came from the lot next door. After a few seconds, he looked up and saw the dirt, ash, and fine jewelry spilling onto the roof.
"We need to get to a lower floor. Let's hurry," Everett said brusquely. Belinda quickly picked up Andrew and the three headed down the stairs and out the front door.
There was a crowd forming around the entrance to the lot. Karen and Jimmy were standing at the entrance to the lot. Jimmy bent down and picked up a fancy necklace and put it around his neck. Karen ordered him to take it off.
As the dust cleared, it seemed every occupant of Thallow Flats was standing, waiting for some kind of explanation. The next moment Eros emerged bejewled. He screamed.



Thallow Flats returned to order. While the police had ordered that no one was to touch the jewelry, inevitably, everyone returned to their apartments with thick pockets. Mr. Wok took days taking inventory of damage to the building, which there was none. Roots had an upsurge in business, selling a post-trauma anti-anxiety root remedy. And lastly, Everett spent the next week spending time with his daughter and grandson.