Quarantined in the Philippines

This is where Rey slept for two weeks.

“It’s an oven, sir,” Rey said. “Almost two weeks I’ve been here, and the heat makes you weak. I want to do nothing.”

A pause in his words. I remembered the long brownouts here at home in Ormoc. No air conditioning. The heat oppressive. Stifling.

Poor kid.

“I’m writing to you from outside,” he said. “There’s no signal in the room. How do I spend the days? I…