Indelible Ink

It is the day after elections and I find myself grabbing my usual lunch in my favorite karinderya at the back of Holiday Spa.

I can't help but stare at the fingers of the cook who had seven (i counted) fingers stained black. I wanted to believe that she was clumsy enough to have caught all her fingers in a door jam and killed off all her fingernails, but really now, that's ridiculous.

I thought, how could she have gotten away with that in the voting precinct?

She turned to me and said, "Dili pa luto ang adobong nokos ser."

To those who prefer it in english, "The squid cooked in its own ink is not yet cooked."

Oh hell, indelible sounds like edible anyways.

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