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August 20, 1944 (Sunday)

While I am waiting for Coné to return from Iloilo, I thought it would be a good time to jot down a few lines. It is raining very hard and Coné is late for lunch as he has to travel between rains.

The phone rang and it was Coné telling me he will eat lunch in Iloilo. He is working harder, especially since he has to ride a bicycle back and forth every day. It’s quite a change from driving a car before the war.