when they came, in 1980. And—no use denying it—his name means something different in Manilachusetts than it does in Manila. Hero. Freedom fighter. Prisoner of conscience. Some still even call her husband Senator in greeting, as if no time has passed since 1972, unlike the fair-weather friends who started taking the long way around their house on Times Street, in Quezon City, and kept their children from her children, as if bad political luck were a communicable disease, which of course it is.
