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Gina sighed. No rice meant an additional hundred pesos at the market just to last them for the rest of the month. Jack needed the carbohydrates for the job, and, well, she wasn�t the fattest woman on Earth, anyway.
She wondered what time Jack would get home. As far as she knew, he was filming somewhere in Forbes; it would be slightly better money, he said, and we�ll survive for the rest of the month.
She hoped he was right. Grabbing a pail, she stepped outside to fetch a pail of water.
* * *
Jack fell down and irritably stared at his shoe.
�What�s roong?� Eugene asked.
�I stepped on some gum.�
�You poor teng. Lit�s just talk.�
Jack�s eyes widened. �What?�
�How is Gina?�
�She�s fine,� he replied warily, �When do we go to your house?�
�Jack, let�s eat first.�
�You want to eat real food.�
�The other eating can take place later.� Eugene�s eyes glittered.
Jack looked around the fast food area of the mall. It seemed everywhere he looked, he saw couples hand in hand or children running toward their parents.
�Syet.� Eugene cursed. Jack watched as he reached into his pocket.
�What�s wrong?�
�Sam one�s pidging me.�
�Why didn�t I hear it?�
�Jack,� he sashayed, �it�s on bybreetor mood.� He read it and gasped.
�He�s camming alraydee!�
�But you haven�t done anything yet.�
�Not you, badaps. Dennis!�
Jack felt the hairs at the back of his neck stand on end.
�He wants to meet us at Birjen Kapay.� Eugene glowed.
�What?� Jack admonished him, �how can I afford Virgin Caf�?�
�My trit.�
* * *
What was taking him so long?! Gina fumed, lighting another cigarette. She checked her watch (lovely little thing, P200 at Divisoria); it was 10 p.m. The lugaw was getting cold; she was proud of this particular one because she had managed to ask for some chicken from Inday Polling yesterday and used it in time before it spoiled.
�Ala ey, Gina,� Tetchie, her next-door neighbor, screamed through some slats in the dividing wall, �yur ismuk is killing mey.�
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