Corazon, 42, technically a cousin but address her like an aunt, daughter of my mother’s 1st cousin, has a collection of Basil Valdez LPs, never had a boyfriend, runs a small motorcycle parts store she refuses to absent from, missed her only niece’s wedding, sees ghosts, was courted once by a ghost, would embrace her when she is about to fall asleep, tries to ask his name, what his past was, how he died, never answers her except to blow invisible icy kisses on her neck and bare arms…
Rowena, 45 years old, married and got pregnant at 19, asking her grown up kids to move out, single-parent, wants her own place, does work teaching people how to segregate, sits down to tell you how segregation can be a metaphor for life, asks you what bin you’d like to put yourself into? Residual? Biodegradable?, has dreams of a church with a ceiling painted with naked angels cavorting in skies with clouds the color of eggshell and satin, their faces all resembling her own…
