The statue of San Miguel was gone.
Jun stood there, not knowing what to do. Bile started to rise up his
throat and he forcefully choked it down, gulping in massive quantities of
bitter air in the process.
“Jun, is everything okay?” Leni, his wife, asked. She stood by their
bedroom door, and looked at him quizzically. “ It’s 1am and you’re out here in
the hallway.“
“Oh. I just thought I heard something scratching at the door.” Jun
said. “But it’s probably just my imagination”
“Hey, what happened to the statue of San Miguel?” Leni nodded
towards the empty space by the front door, where the statue of San Miguel
usually stood guard.
“Uhm. I had it fixed.” Jun said. “Don’t you remember? I told you yesterday
that I was going to have Bong bring it to Mang Kanor’s workshop so they could
fix the scratches and have the broken parts replaced.”
