MARIPAZ ORTIZ ORDOÑA REMEMBERS

It was Lenten season so we were expected to observe abstinence. Our canteen menu made sure of that–no cottage pie, no  porkloin with gravy. Since our Rebollido school bus had a stopover at Greenhills, I rushed to buy an Orange Julius hotdog. Just as I was about to take a bite of that fragrant, steaming bun, I felt someone peering over my shoulder.  When I turned around, it was–of all people–Sr. Regivic! No words, but that look on her face said enough. To compound the awkward moment,  I even offered her a bite before escaping.   Years later I recognized Sr. Regivic walking along Capitol Drive. Gave her a ride to their Alpha Village House. Except for a few grey hairs, she looked the same. Btw, while we chatted, no mention of the hotdog.