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First Chocolate
They were pale as fog. The eyes were frightening, cold, like the sky before bad weather. “Ate Baby,” little sister
whispered,” it’s MacArthur. He’s come back as promised.”
“Shut up, Bel,” Baby gasped. “They could be Hitlers. You’ve never seen white men before. These wear green uniforms. We have no idea what side they could be on. I have
once seen the American husband of Ate Carmen. He did not have ghost eyes like these.”
“But Ate, everyone knows Papa MacArthur loves Filipinos. Look, he’s come back.”
“i***t!” Baby said, frozen, “They see us now.”
“Neber-mind,” Isabel was moving forward from the brush cover. Baby tried to hold her back with all her strength. “Ate, they have something for us. Looks like food.
“Aray Aray! Aray ko!”
They were captured. Baby gave a de
