The Phantom Lover
Matilde had a pleasant home life until she bought an ancient armchair that came from an era where suspected witches were tortured and burned at the stake…… The Phantom Lover (and the horror of spectrophilia) This was circa late 90s and I was somewhere in Granada Hills, California. I knew my $100 would go a long way since all I wanted to buy were second hand handicraft books and a few carpentry tools. But as it was, my wire basket was already full of cute stuff I knew my daughters would fancy as pasalubongs . These were not in my list but I was simply unable to resist the giveaway prices. “Haay naku, Pinay ka nga …” my younger sister Rori teased, shaking her head in mock disbelief. “Akala ko ba, this time you will stick to your list. We’re still checking on that advertised garage sales in Beverley Hills remember?” I knew exactly what she meant. But there was no helping it, I just couldn’t resist rummaging over the boxes upon