Storybook 1: Lola's Revenge, Part 12

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While Juan was spying on his Lola, the old but definitely sexy toothless lady entered the house of her dapper neighbor. “Dap-py,” she sang out, “I’m heeeere.

But there was no answer. “Daps?” Lola cooed. She entered the kitchen and saw the dinner that her neighbor was preparing for tonight: steamed mountain rice and a platter of longganisang Lukban. “Oooh, sausage!” Lola squealed – and then realized, suddenly, that she was all alone in the house.

Where was Dappy?

She decided to quickly look around the house. Now was her chance to get at this guy’s tampipi. Copying and pasting heavily from Juan’s friend Northeast Sky, Lola:

“went to her neighbor's bedroom, went down on her knees, and reached for the tampipi under the bed. It was heavier than she thought. So now, there it was. She cradled the container on her knees, but hesitated. Should she do it? Should she open it and look at what was inside?”

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Storybook I: Lola's Revenge, Part 8

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hesitated. “What is it?” Lola demanded.

“’La, aren’t you a bit… old na po for this dating game?”

“What? Aba, kapalmuks ka! Who says I’m old?” the old, old lady said.

“Northeast Sky told me you’re way past 80, Lola. I'm just worried you'll get hurt.”

“And who is this Northeast Sky?”

“She’s my American Indian friend who lives two streets away. Daughter of Manang Littlefeather and Manong Dances with Wolves.”

“Oh, that Northeast Sky. Hmph! Don’t you pay her any mind, young boy. She’s got a wild imagination. Just likes to make up stories.”

“So you’re not way past eighty, then, Lola?”

“What if I am? Can't I try to find happiness?” Lola gritted her false teeth. “See, Juan, our handsome dapper neighbor is my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.”

Juan cringed at the cliché, but managed to ask, “You in love with him, Lola?”

“Sssshhh! Dapper neighbor,” Lola whispered, raising a finger to her lips, “hunts treasures in his spare time. So yeah, I may be old, but my mind’s still sharp as a, uhmmm, a -- oh, a Japanese sword.”

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Storybook I: Lola's Revenge, Part 5

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Hmmm, now that was a thought. A Japanese sword -- he'd always wanted one. But then those things cost an arm and a leg (not necessarily chopped off) and how could he afford one? He remembered the diamond ring, felt for it in his pocket. If Gretchen didn't want it, then neither did he.

Once again, another memory: Lola used to talk about weapons a lot -- swords, shotguns, even

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Storybook I: Lola's Revenge, Part 2

"You're a cheat, a liar, and a thief!"

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Storybook I: Lola's Revenge, Part 1

Dear reader,

You'll be right if you think this entry isn't finished; in fact, it's just begun and we're hoping it will go a long way, so please bear with us. Secondcup, Northeast Sky, Lukban and yours truly will take turns stretching this story to... well, as far as we can take it. We hope to have fun doing this; we hope you enjoy reading.

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THAT'S IT, THEN, the man thought to himself as he watched Gretchen walk away.

“Shit,” he whispered, leaning against the wall. He closed his eyes and struggled to remember something. Hadn’t all this happened before? Had he not, so many years ago, listened to another woman say exactly the same thing as Gretchen just said? Sure, the other woman was his toothless grandmother, whom he would not have kissed with that kind of passion. Still, the words, the accusation, was the same.

His lola had said, all those years ago:

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