That night, Natalie’s mind was bugged with questions only Manolo could answer.
What’s his relationship with Ronoele?
Why was he so affected by whatever Aling Pasing said about a dead girl?
Since she couldn’t sleep, she took the black notebook from her drawer and wrote to Teddy about what was bothering her. After her last note, she kept the notebook back in the drawer and went outside to join Damian on the porch.
“What’s bothering you?” the old man asked as he puffed the smoke from his tobacco. The night was calm, and the breeze was gentle enough to soothe a bothered mind.
“I was born in this village, right father?”
Damian released a low groan as a response while he nodded, then puffed some smoke again.
“If I was born here, how come I don’t have any memory of Ronoele when Manolo has?
