Flambé and Inside Rain
BERLIN
“This must be a misunderstanding. They gave me the unit code. It does not make sense.”
“Maybe if only you were quite smart enough to make sure they were not fooling you, you could have avoided this.”
“Are you telling me that I am stupid?”
“What do you call this mess?” he then mused, motioning to the sprawled spice powder on the floor. “Do not expect me to clean this up for you, Berlin.”
Hindi ko na hinintay pa ang mga susunod na sasabihin niya dahil kaagad akong nagpunta ng lababo niya upang maghanap ng walis, dust pan, at basahan upang simulang linisin ang kumalat na paprika sa sahig. Sa kabutihang palad, hindi niya ako sinundan upang sumbatan. Pinakahuli sa listahan ng gusto kong gawin sa gabing ito ang pahabain pa ang oras na kasama siya dahil kahi
