TAGAYTAY
He liked to tell her things. “Chance favors the prepared mind,” he told her one day, just before class.
The next week, Fr. de la Viña announced a retreat for the graduating class. Everything had fallen into place. Jose told his wife he had to attend to some family business in Bacolod.
On the day of the retreat, Felizia packed her bag, kissed her mother lightly on the cheek, and ran to the car where Rica was waiting. She’d barely closed the car door when Rica said,
anxiously, “Fely, I don’t like it. He’s married, he has a kid.” Felizia bit her lip but said nothing. Thankfully her mother had not followed her to the car but stood waving
at the gate.
“Shush!” she had hissed.
Rica turned her face away. Felizia knew Rica didn’t understand. Rica was so plain she had no option than
