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Chapter 22 Forsake

Chapter 22 Forsake

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Published by Henry Taft Miller

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Published by: Henry Taft Miller on Feb 18, 2010
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What To Do With Felix Tomao
It’s the start of November 1946, and Felix, his parents, and cousin,Pepe, are exchanging stories with me about life in the province and howthe war affected the people.
They seem nice, but I sense they may have second thoughts about me.
I appreciate their thoughtfulness though and thank them for treating me to dinner at this Chinese restaurant.Afterwards, we see a movie at the theater about the battle in Bataan.
 I guess some people don’t mind seeing it again and again.
I don’t enjoyit but keep my opinion to myself.
 It wouldn’t he right to force my waysonto anyone else.
After they drop me home, Felix tells his parents he’d like to visitwith me a while.“Fine,” they say and head back to the apartment with his cousin.Then on the porch, Felix thanks me for going to dinner and beingwho lam with his folks.“You’re welcome, I don’t know much about entertaining since it’s been some time ago that I witnessed my mother serve guests and makeconversation.”
He nods. “Whoever your mother was, she was a real lady.”“She was a lady,” I agree, “I could never ask for a better mother. Ithank God for the way my uncle took care of me from birth, too. Youknow, I could have died out in the field where I was born or later asmany babies do. But I’m still here.”Felix agrees that God’s been taking care of me and says he’ll returnafter his parents leave.“That’s fine. They came all this way to see you.” Next he asks politely for a piece of thread. So after I fetch him one,he asks to see how big my finger is.I extend one hand but wonder why he wants to know the size of myfinger.“No, I need your left hand.”So I’m slow to open that one.After he ties the string around the finger next to my little pinkie, hesays. “Thank you.”I’m ashamed to ask why he did that.Then he puts the knotted thread in his pocket. “Thank you verymuch. The President needs me to fly him to another island tomorrow, but I’ll see you after my parents leave.”As I prepare for bed, the girls ask me all kinds of questions like how
dinner went with Felix’ parents, and do they like me.169“They seem nice as far as I could see. But they’ll be here another week, so Felix won’t come back until they’ve gone.”“Goodie!” they say, “We can go downtown after payday thisweekend to buy material.”I think to myself that I could stand another dress. But I’ll have tofind a picture in a newspaper or catalogue to show the dressmaker howI’d like it to look.>We brought our material in yesterday, and the dressmaker alreadyhas our dresses completed today. To my surprise, she made mineexactly like the picture.When she asks if she can borrow my picture to make a dress for herself in another color, I tell her to keep it since mine turned out sofine.Whenever we want a dress made, she charges us two dollars andfifty-cents worth in pesos.For some people in the city that’s a lot of money, but I only earnseventy pesos a month myself. It’s more than a Staff Sergeant in thePhilippine Scouts gets paid.
Then again, I do many extra things.

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