I see them from the gap in the door so instead of stepping out and passing where they are I exit the back door and circle around the house. I realize that I'm being rude, that if I were younger Zitang would pinch me right in the singit for not entertaining callers properly thereby giving the family a bad name. I decide to risk it anyway and hide.
He sees me anyway.
"Cookie, what are you doing?" he asks.
"What does it look like?" I ask back. A question for a question.
"Hay, Cookie. Tumanda na tayo't lahat. Ganyan ka pa rin. Halika na!"
"Ano ba. Tignan mo. I'm drawing circles in the mud!"
This makes him laugh and he picks me up and dusts my shorts, fixes my hair and says, "I want you to come inside to meet my wife."
On our way back inside, I wonder what this girl looks like, my aftermath, his so-called wife.
My heart skips a beat when I see her face. I whisper to him, "Kiko, she looks exactly like me!"
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