"Let's celebrate then, kuya." Hindi nakatakas sa'kin ang mapait na sarkasmo sa boses ni Atticus. "I'll get us a drink."
And Aliston doesn't seem to mind his sarcasm, or maybe he's used to his brother. Atticus glanced at me as he drifted away towards the kitchen of his suite.
Naupo kami sa malapad na couch at hinintay siyang bumalik. Ngumiti si Aliston nang tignan ako, marahan niyang inayos ang mahaba at itim kong buhok, yun ang naabutan ni Atticus. Sinadya niya kaming hindi tignan nang maupo sa kaharap na single couch, tatlong baso at isang bote ng red wine ang nilapag niya sa fiber glass center table.
"Thank you, T." Aliston's grateful. "So how are you doing? You've been missing home, uuwi na sina mommy sa linggo."
"I'm good," Atticus replied without glancing at us. "I love my suite,
