Our lavandera named Vilma, who called our dog Lucy bakla, badash badaf left the other night. She alleged that her youngest daughter called and told her “hindi ko na kaya”.
Our cook told me that she was probably raped by Vilma’s husband.
Vilma told me that her husband is sick and her daughter said she’s tired of taking care of him. Where did our new cook get the idea that Vilma’s daughter could have been raped? Imagination nya, sa tv, o mahilig talaga sa sensationalism.
I gave Vilma this brand-new Aeropostale jeans and some maong for her daughters. These were from Aileen’s daughters. Unworn, still new, with tag prices.
And two apples.
Edmund liked the way she washed our clothes. Mabilis daw, malinis at maayos.
