"Hi, erm...this is Florante Mendoza...from...from Lamb of Christ Prep, I'm on my senior year now...and I uhm...I wonder if you're still interested about the incident from almost two years ago..." I phoned Narcissa Castro from MGM news using the calling card I kept in my pocket. "Yeah, yeah...exactly. Okay, I understand...Sunday, 9:00 am, café Romano...yep, I got the address, talk to you then. Goodbye." The line beeped and went dead. I thought about what Ricardo said at the hospital, about the dangers of hate. I think what he meant was that hate is a cycle, and it is bound to repeat over and over unless you put an end to it. And vengeance will only add fuel to the flame, it consumes you, and it won't stop until everything is turned to ashes. This is what Larry would've thought. I felt ashamed of myself, of this insatiable amount of rage living inside me. Maybe it's me that I should be protecting Larry from.