“What is she talking about?” inquired Auntie Anne, who seated herself close to the hive.
“Stay away from the wasps,” a visitor explained to her in English.
“Where are they?”
“There,” said the visitor, pointing at the corner close to Auntie Anne. She turned her head toward the corner. “I don’t see them.”
“They must be sleeping.”
“That is the thing with the Philippines. There are many bugs. You won’t find this in America. We are very clean there,” she bragged. She did not move from the spot.
In the middle of the noisy greetings, embraces, and entrances of many guests, the lights suddenly went out. We were hit with a blackout! I clutched my mother’s hand. Everything became pitch black. “Ay, blackout,” chorused a lot of people. I heard someone curse our electric company.
Gasa lost Andre
