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“Uuuuum... Ano ’tong tag ni Askal sa tenga? Anong meron sa No.8?” Carla asks me while petting
the manliness out of Askal. He’s really enjoying it, but I can’t stand to see such a fearsome looking dog become a sweet adorable tuta when scratched
behind the ears.
“Di ko alam. I just.... uuum. Nakita ko siya na may ganyan na sa tinga.”
Carla bursts out laughing all of a sudden and I ask why. She says I pronounced the tagalog word for “ear” wrong. Apparently I just said that Askal had a tag in the food
caught in between his teeth when I saw him.
Carla finally tells me the whole prophecy that Father told her. She speaks in Tagalog again but I’m think I’m starting to get better because I can catch what she’s
saying. It’s funny how I can see through the blood and dirt on her face. She l
