In the morning, a call from Quezon, discouraged. He suspects that Osmeña is not helping him as much as he should. He makes an appointment for me to see him in the Intendencia Building. From there, we go to Osmeña’s office. There, Quezon begins to weep. “You have deserted me,” he tells Osmeña, wiping away his tears with a handkerchief. The situation is once more very difficult.
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