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Lakambini A. Sitoy
Mens Rea and Other Stories
Pasig City: Anvil Publishing Inc, 1998
from where a knife had sunk into the rich chocolate, and
then guiltily thrustthe cake back into the refriSerator
That had been hours ago. Since then, she had gone
again and again to thefridge, leavinBher comPuter, tospirit
Weight 155
off half-inchthickslicesof hertreasure, whichshecrushed o, the old airconditioner, followed by the slamming of a
with infinile slowness atainst the roof of her mouth. "Why car door. ltwas the layoutguy, back from his other iob-
should lstarve myself?" she challenged anyone who caught She ran down the stahs to let him in.
her at the refri8erator "Why sub,scribe to the Beaut'/ Myth? 'Night shift, " he grimaced as he entered, knapsack dan-
We're all feminists here, arcn'twe?' gling from one skinny wrist. His name was Jayme and he
She was still nibblin8 miserably at half past six when spoke mostly in TagaloS, which she would answer in En_
the secretary pulled the blinds down and turned out most
tlish or a mix of thewo. Her own Tagalog sucked, and he
ofthe lights and the airconditioninS and gathered up her used English as little as possible, so maybe that was what
things. "You staying, Ami?" had turned them into friends-under_pressure: neither of
She nodded, gaze fixed on the blue-white screen of them had the resourcesfor a decent argument.
her monitor. "Sorry l'm late," he said, PUshinE up his whe-frame
"OverniBht again?" glasses with the the tip ofone finger as he headed for the
'Y"p. kitchen. She heard the slam of the frid8e door, water pour-
"lndustrious Birl." ing into a gla55-
"Deadlines." "You're /are?" shesaid, glancing befudd led at her watch.
The front door slammed and there was silence. Sup- She couldn't believe it- it was a quarter to eleven. Time
pressinga yawn, she forced herselfto finish proofreading worked in strange ways now; whole evenings could fly by
the article on her screen. Moonlighting- writingand edit- unnoticed, measured only in ba85 of chiF and swi8s of
ing-at a nongovern mental orga n ization was beginningto Coke. She had been working more than twelve hours
bore her But there was plenty of rnoney from some foF straight. Today had been her day off from her leSit job,
eign grant, enough for her to make the finalpayments on a which was ata newsPapet one ofthe invisiblejunior edi
good computer, and the NCOworked for women's rights, to6. She had onefree daya weelg and it was neady over.
which cheered her considerably. So she'd resigned herself "Well, are you goin8 to stand there the rest of tie n iSlrt?"
to a routine of meals on the run and sleepless nights and he called as he turned toward the stairs. His voice held a
plunBed right in, hoping that the person she'd be spending trace of a grin she coLtldn't see in the dark.
the most time with {he layout artist-would be as sharp she followed him into the project room they shared;
and dedicated and gender-sensitive as shewas. drc akconditioner was on and hesiShed in Sratitude. Draw-
The layoutartist had turned outto be a man. inga chair upto the computer, he began {iddling with the
She was putting an article together
from five different mouse to see if itworked. Satisfied, he opened a file. She
pamphlets when a sound caught her attention, the mur- joined him to make sure he didn't erase herwork by mis_
mur ofan engine, barely perceptible above the wheezing take. They were sittrng very close but she did not mind.
"Oh. Righl" He started the engine. "Show metheway; "Here?" he said; they were now at a crawl.
l've forgotten." She tried to speak but her throat was dry, her tongue
Aurora Boulevard was a dismal place in the predawn
darkness. Theysped through acanyon of broken windows "Here?" he repeated.
and soot-blackened concrete. He knew the way to her 5he felt a sound coming out of her throat. "No."
home, she was sure; he had, after all, lived in this city She said it again, feeling estranged from her vocal chords,
silentand the car keptBoing. behind by a speed ing Turtletop but he never lost his cool,
There was, she thought, a toothbrush and a spare set just kept goin8, until they were clear
of underwear in her bag. "Tell me when to stop," he said. The speedometer
"Tell me when to turn, Ami," he said, but there was no needle was climbing; they were sweeping now onto the
urgency in his voice. Kamias Flyo\er, farther and farther from Cubao. She.aught
what, she thought, would happen if they just kept on her breath as they rocketed over the stretch of elevated
drivinB? asphalt; they were flying. she thought, flying over a road
She leaned bach her heart beginniog to thud. rain-slicked and golden from the reflected lightofthe mer-
At the vast intersection ofAurora and EDSA he swung cury lamps, hi8h up enough in the air to see the top ofthe
the car onto Metro Manila's main thoroughfare, keeping Quezon Memorial and its three earthbound angels.