“Ihave a great idea,” Kiko said with a grin. “It’s just what you need.”
Right then and there, I knew it would mean trouble.
“You’ll forget your fight with Shirley, guaranteed.”
“What makes you think I had a fight with Shirley?”
“We’ve been friends for years, pare. I know whenever something’s wrong.”
I agreed to meet Kiko on a Monday evening after work in BGC. It wasn’t hard to stay away from the house. Shirley was in one of her moods, complaining about, among other things, how the pattern of our shower curtain gave her a headache. I felt slightly guilty, what with the baby just twelve weeks and all, but truth was we had been distant for some time, even though we didn’t want to admit it.
“My treat,” Kiko said as we walked to a nearby ihawan where he plied me with beer, sisig, garlic f
