HE NOTICED THE uniformed girls clustered in one corner. They had been staying there, on their table, for almost two hours now, from the time they had bought fries and coffee. And it was now almost ten o’clock of that Monday morning. But they still were here. Shouldn’t they be in their classes now? he wondered. He noticed, too, that they weren’t even reading or even browsing through their books or notes; they were just having some chatter---noisy babbling---among themselves while fiddling with their cell phones. He, however, ignored them. It could be that these girls were just whiling away time, he thought...
[Note: Read the complete story in the book "You Filibini?" Stories and Other Writings by Amador F. Brioso, Jr., published May 2010]
