Jojo arrived seconds after Adam, Jizelle, and Roger. Lucinda and Francesca were already in the terminal. Pete was there with a petite attractive Filipina who Jojo assumed was Sheila. Her eyes twinkled with excitement. Jojo didn’t realize how Lucinda and Francesca were similar. They both wore white blouses and long, flared pants. Francesca wore her hair up, showing off her cheekbones while Lucinda had almost a pageboy cut. They appeared comfortable and Jojo suspected they could easily fit in with a barbecue or a showing of any designer at New York fashion week. Pete and Sheila conversed among themselves, probably more out of shyness than anything else.
Jojo presented his identification to the official at Benigno Aquino airport.
“Welcome back, Mr. Arias. Your plane is ready. Is everybody h
