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Ketut
turns
his
mostly
toothless
smile
upon
me
with
the
force
of
a
compassionate
fire
hose
,
and
this
is
so
reassuring
:
I
had
remembered
correctly
,
he
is
extraordinary
.
His
face
is
a
comprehensive
encyclopedia
of
kindness
.
He
shakes
my
hand
with
an
excited
and
powerful
grip
.
"
I
am
very
happy
to
meet
you
,
"
he
says
.
He
has
no
idea
who
I
am
.
"
Come
,
come
,
"
he
says
,
and
I
’
m
ushered
to
the
porch
of
his
little
house
,
where
woven
bamboo
mats
serve
as
furniture
.
It
looks
exactly
as
it
did
two
years
ago
.
We
both
sit
down
.
With
no
hesitation
,
he
takes
my
palm
in
his
hand
-
assuming
that
,
like
most
of
his
Western
visitors
,
a
palm
-
reading
is
what
I
’
ve
come
for
.
He
gives
me
a
quick
reading
,
which
I
am
reassured
to
see
is
an
abridged
version
of
exactly
what
he
said
to
me
last
time
.
(
He
may
not
remember
my
face
,
but
my
destiny
,
to
his
practiced
eye
,
is
unchanged
.
)
His
English
is
better
than
I
remembered
,
and
also
better
than
Mario
’
s
.
Ketut
speaks
like
the
wise
old
Chinamen
in
classic
kung
fu
movies
,
a
form
of
English
you
could
call
"
Grasshopperese
,
"
because
you
could
insert
the
endearment
"
Grasshopper
"
into
the
middle
of
any
sentence
and
it
sounds
very
wise
.
"
Ah
-
you
have
very
lucky
good
fortune
,
Grasshopper
…
"
I
wait
for
a
pause
in
Ketut
’
s
predictions
,
then
interrupt
to
remind
him
that
I
had
been
here
to
see
him
already
,
two
years
ago
.
He
looks
puzzled
.
"
Not
first
time
in
Bali
?
"
"
No
,
sir
.
"
He
thinks
hard
.
"
You
girl
from
California
?
"
"
No
,
"
I
say
,
my
spirits
tumbling
deeper
.
"
I
’
m
the
girl
from
New
York
.
"
Ketut
says
to
me
(
and
I
’
m
not
sure
what
this
has
to
do
with
anything
)
,
"
I
am
not
so
handsome
anymore
,
lost
many
teeth
.
Maybe
I
will
go
to
dentist
someday
,
get
new
teeth
.
But
too
afraid
of
dentist
.
"
