Lolo, my father-in-law, has a problem. A girlfriend. A sweetie that he can only see. A significant other that he can only converse with. It’s Easter Sunday in Guimaras, home of sweet mangoes, beautiful beaches and pretty pinays. The “intervention crew,” which consists of my asawa, Cousin Emma, Cousin Roberto and I, are zooming along the road to visit a sorhano, folk healer in the Philippines. Cousin Roberto knows one that lives near Nueva Valencia, the beach resort area of this province. We’re all piled into a tricycle on another hot summer day in the Philippines.