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PARA kaming naka-kita ng multo ni Kruger. Namimilog ang aming mga mata habang tinititigan ang imahe ng babaeng kamukhang-kamukha ni Athalie. Hindi ako maaaring magkamali. Nabato si Kruger sa kan’yang kinatatayuan. He is not moving. “N-No. She’s already dead. Matagal na’ng patay si Athalie.” Napa-tingin ako sa kan’ya. Dahan-dahan na s’yang napa-iling na tila hindi talaga makapaniwala. Kahit ako. Paanong s’ya nabuhay? Imposible iyon. Hindi ba’t sinunog s’ya ng demonyo kong Kuya at ni papa? Gulong-gulo ang isip ko. Sinalin ko ang aking atens’yon sa babae. Inaninagan ko s’ya ng maigi. She has the same hair style as mine. Ang babaeng nasa painting maging sa human naked statue, masasabi ko talagang kopyang-kopya. Panay agos ng kan’yang mga luha. Walang tigil iyon habang nanginginig a