"CEREAL."

She did not move. Cee just kept writing. He ignored Rake. They are here now in the DC office. Rake finalizes what the committee must pass for graduation. He in turn, there, makeup the view.

Since there was nothing he could do (and he didn't want to be allowed to disappear from Rake's sight — it came from the man's own mouth) he just faced his article.

"Cereal."

She still ignored the man.

"Dela Cruz." Field. "Peasant." Field again. "Baby girl."

The wind blew Cee away and then turned to Rake. He widened his eyes at it. "What?"

“Tamo` to. I just want to call baby girl to turn...