the balete tree and tear out his heart using the community-funded Hand of the
Infant Jesucristo of Pulang Lupa. The notice arrived last night by special
messenger. She was my classmate in Grade 6 Section Daisy. Everyone knew she was
Mrs. Pate–a’s pet and that’s why she always got A’s in English. Anyway,
ever since the change she’s become quite short-tempered and, may the Good Lord
forgive me for saying so, putting on airs she shouldn’t. I just took the notice
from her and said thank you. I didn’t bother to invite her in. No one does,
anyway. Us regular folk don’t really appreciate the blood being drained from our
chickens and children and such.
the letter with Tagpipi licking his paws on my lap. He didn’t like it when I
suddenly stood up and started swearing. The Virgin Mary on the calendar
tsked-tsked at me, but I didn’t mind her.
– I wrote this to test a new
fountain pen while waiting for my takeout dinner at Cafe Juanita. Perhaps I’ll
find the ending one day.