Carnap

Ortigas. Overcast. Not a soul in sight. Paolo suddenly points and says, "That man! Si Daddy yun!"

I look at the man and back at Paolo to see if he's joking. The man looks nothing like Paolo's Daddy except for the white tennis outfit that could pass as something Daddy would wear when he could still play.

Paolo is dead serious. "Si Daddy yun, tara."

We follow the man (whom I know is not Daddy) and he leads us to our car (the civic). The man gestures to me, open the door, as if he wants to drive us home. Paolo's so happy.

It is with resignation that I hand the man the car keys.

I know it before it happens: He pulls a gun somewhere from his pristine white outfit and shoots me, and drives away with the car.