Geraldine C. Maayo

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(For Eleanor) MAY Last summer I was seven-and-a-half, Macky was five, Cheng-Cheng two, and Aniel one. It was vacation time and I had started missing Lilibeth and Anthony who were my classmates and best friends in school. Before the school ended in March, we had made promises to visit each…

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1 A YEAR after I saw him last, I saw Mark again, at Matzuzakaya’s Cubao. I was with friends. He was alone. It was his back I saw actually – a tall, lean figure in a yellow knitted T-shirt, still sporting close-cropped hair, leaning on the counter. “That is somebody…

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(Continuation from last week) 5Once during a chat session, she asked out of the blue – it was the 3rd week of November – where he was spending Christmas. And he answered: “There, with you.” Huh? Yes, my mother and I – we were there in Malaysia just last September,…

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1 Sometime in her FB life, she received a request from a foreigner – and for whatever reason she couldn’t place, she accepted, actually, rather perfunctorily. It was the first time she ever did. Since the beginning, she had made it a policy to ignore requests from foreign men. She…