When Apo cameback late that night, he was unusually silent. He didn’t eat supper with us,and just stayed in his room. We heard him rummaging in his kaban once or twice, and then all was quiet.
What’s he doing?
. It was a solemn dinner, with Tatay and Nanay silent, thinking, perhaps of the murder, and Apo not there to chastise us for not doing our chores well.
Maybe he’s smoking again, arranging his betel rolls in that wooden chest of his
Before I could think of a rejoinder, Apo came out of his room. In his hand was a long bronze dagger, easily a foot in length, and a piece of cloth. He sat at his usual place in the table andpolished the blade, oblivious to the five pairs of eyes staring at him
That’s a nice piece of work. I don’t see many bronze daggers nowadays