AN unfamiliar blue truck was parked in front of the Vasquez. Basha parked hers at the back of it.
A frown marred her face when she smelled the faint scent of fruits when she passed by the blue truck. The face of a lanky human entered her mind.
Holding the food keeper in one hand, she entered the property of the Vasquez. From afar she can overhear the laughter inside the hut.
She heaved a sigh when the lanky man in her head materialized in front of her and having a conversation with Bernardo. It seemed that they knew each other and in god terms.
“Good morning.” She greeted.
“Good morning, Basha.” It was Angelina who greeted back.
She placed the food keeper on top of the table. Several fruits were on it, too.
“Thank you for the fruits, Carl.”
“Don’t mention it, Bernardo. I kne
