HE stayed for dinner, but he went home first to change and then went back to our house. As for me, I went straight upstairs to change. I chose my old black shirt with the Nirvana print on it -- you know, the one with the smiley face. I paired it with white shorts. When I went downstairs, he was helping my mother set the table. At least he's a good guest, and maybe he will wash the dishes too after we eat. Be nice, Rachel. He smiled when he saw me while I just looked at him.
"Have you had adobo before?" I asked him.
"No, what is it?"
"You'll see."
I know that's what we are having for dinner because I can smell it. It's marinated pork and simmered with a little bit of soy sauce, vinegar, onion, garlic and pepper. In the Philippines, we even boil the egg along with it. I am not sure thoug
