She continued to linger behind. Pinay “We must return to Lubao,” said Anita. Quiboloy,” I said. “Yes, my grandfather says it was more than a month before the American opened his eyes and spoke.”
“Did you meet him?” I asked. “I stand corrected.”
Such were our conversations. The prize for the winning team was a carton of Camels, donated by Billiard Ball. Corum. My father and Reverend Mr. Reverend Mr. “We must not be impatient and greedy,” he said, referring to a program he was promoting among his fellow farmers. In a grave? The Japanese often warned us not to help the Americanos or we would be shot. “I am only a small tenant farmer,” he said—to clarify his role, not to complain. “but your religion and the history of your people are a part of my education as a clergyman. That evening Billiard Ball and I had supper at the reverend’s. “My father has asked me to show you the mango tree,” she said. Then they left us.”
“What happened to the bodies of your Nanay and Lieutenant Anderson?”
“We took them and prepared them and, after a deep mourning, buried them
