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"
Love
,
too
,
"
he
said
.
I
sat
with
that
one
for
a
while
,
trying
to
make
the
math
work
.
Ketut
laughed
again
,
slapped
my
knee
affectionately
with
his
hand
.
"
Always
so
difficult
for
young
person
to
understand
this
!
"
So
I
was
hanging
out
in
Wayan
’
s
shop
again
this
morning
,
and
she
was
trying
to
figure
out
how
to
make
my
hair
grow
faster
and
thicker
.
Having
glorious
thick
,
shiny
hair
herself
that
hangs
all
the
way
down
to
her
butt
,
she
feels
sorry
for
me
with
my
wispy
blond
mop
.
As
a
healer
,
of
course
,
she
does
have
a
remedy
to
help
thicken
my
hair
,
but
it
won
’
t
be
easy
.
First
,
I
have
to
find
a
banana
tree
and
personally
cut
it
down
.
I
have
to
"
throw
away
the
top
of
the
tree
,
"
then
carve
the
trunk
and
roots
(
which
are
still
lodged
in
the
earth
)
into
a
big
,
deep
bowl
"
like
a
swimming
pool
.
"
Then
I
have
to
put
a
piece
of
wood
over
the
top
of
this
hollow
,
so
rainwater
and
dew
don
’
t
get
in
.
Then
I
will
come
back
in
a
few
days
and
find
that
the
swimming
pool
is
now
filled
with
the
nutrient
-
rich
liquid
of
the
banana
root
,
which
I
then
must
collect
in
bottles
and
bring
to
Wayan
.
She
will
bless
the
banana
root
juice
at
the
temple
for
me
,
then
rub
the
juice
into
my
skull
every
day
.
Within
a
few
months
I
will
have
,
like
Wayan
,
thick
,
shiny
hair
all
the
way
down
to
my
butt
.
"
Even
if
you
are
bald
,
"
she
said
,
"
this
will
make
you
have
hair
.
"
As
we
’
re
talking
,
little
Tutti
-
just
home
from
school
-
is
sitting
on
the
floor
,
drawing
a
picture
of
a
house
.
Mostly
,
houses
are
what
Tutti
draws
these
days
.
She
’
s
dying
to
have
a
house
of
her
own
.
There
’
s
always
a
rainbow
in
the
backdrop
of
her
pictures
,
and
a
smiling
family
-
father
and
all
.
This
is
what
we
do
all
day
in
Wayan
’
s
shop
.
We
sit
and
talk
and
Tutti
draws
pictures
and
Wayan
and
I
gossip
and
tease
each
other
.
Wayan
’
s
got
a
bawdy
sense
of
humor
,
always
talking
about
sex
,
busting
me
about
being
single
,
speculating
on
the
genital
endowments
of
all
the
men
who
pass
by
her
shop
.
She
keeps
telling
me
she
’
s
been
going
to
the
temple
every
evening
and
praying
for
a
good
man
to
show
up
in
my
life
,
to
be
my
lover
.
I
told
her
again
this
morning
,
"
No
,
Wayan
-
I
don
’
t
need
it
.
My
heart
’
s
been
broken
too
many
times
.
"
