Chapter 11
Adam stretched out his legs in the back seat while Roger and Jizelle sat in the second row. Jojo sat up front and must have used half a box of Kleenex already.
Jizelle turned to Adam. “Don’t worry, he has nosebleeds often. Since he was a child, in fact. Anytime he’s in dry thin air, the doctors told us, he’d be more susceptible to nose bleeds. We used to kid him that he was the only one with an European nose. If he didn’t look like our grandfather, he would have been the milkman’s kid.”
Adam nodded. Jojo’s features didn’t make him very Filipino at all, something he remembered commenting on when he first met Jojo. Jojo sat up front by the car service driver, next to the small bag of trash.
The drive didn’t take long. Unlike being in Manila, the traffic here wasn’t too crazy.
