On the eve of her 91st birthday, I remember this woman who teased me at a Greenbelt shop years ago. She picked up a lamb--cordero--and said, "Babeth, why don't you buy this for me?" Greenbelt being Greenbelt, the price was beyond my budget so I did the next best thing. Capture the moment in a picture.
Wherever you are, Gilda Cordero Fernando, frolicking with angels and cherubs and streaking among the stars and comets, I want you to know that you will be my forever Gemini icon of a writer, the one who communicates well in a language laced with wit and lightness, even if the subject is as serious as death. I have told you that before. I don't mind saying it again.
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