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"
Romance
?
"
"
Yes
,
romance
.
I
do
not
know
romance
,
Liss
"
"
So
it
’
s
not
really
your
area
of
expertise
,
eh
?
"
"
What
is
this
,
expertise
?
What
this
word
means
?
"
I
finally
sat
down
with
Wayan
and
told
her
about
the
money
I
’
d
raised
for
her
house
.
I
explained
about
my
birthday
wish
,
showed
her
the
list
of
all
my
friends
’
names
,
and
then
told
her
the
final
amount
which
had
been
raised
:
Eighteen
thousand
American
dollars
.
At
first
she
was
shocked
to
such
an
extent
that
her
face
looked
like
a
mask
of
grief
.
It
is
strange
and
true
that
sometimes
intense
emotion
can
cause
us
to
respond
to
cataclysmic
news
in
exactly
the
opposite
manner
logic
might
dictate
.
This
is
the
absolute
value
of
human
emotion
-
joyful
events
can
sometimes
register
on
the
Richter
scale
as
pure
trauma
;
dreadful
grief
makes
us
sometimes
burst
out
laughing
.
This
news
I
had
just
handed
to
Wayan
was
too
much
for
her
to
take
in
,
she
almost
received
it
as
a
cause
for
sorrow
,
so
I
sat
there
with
her
for
a
few
hours
,
telling
her
the
story
repeatedly
and
showing
her
the
numbers
again
and
again
,
until
the
reality
began
to
sink
in
.
Her
first
really
articulate
response
(
I
mean
,
even
before
she
burst
into
tears
because
she
realized
she
was
going
to
be
able
to
have
a
garden
)
was
to
urgently
say
,
"
Please
,
Liz
,
you
must
explain
to
everyone
who
helped
raise
money
that
this
is
not
Wayan
’
s
house
.
This
is
the
house
of
everyone
who
helped
Wayan
.
If
any
of
these
people
comes
to
Bali
,
they
must
never
stay
in
a
hotel
,
OK
?
You
tell
them
they
come
and
stay
at
my
house
,
OK
?
Promise
to
tell
them
that
?
We
call
it
Group
House
…
the
House
for
Everybody
…
"
Then
she
realized
about
the
garden
,
and
started
to
cry
.
Slowly
,
though
,
happier
realizations
come
to
her
.
It
was
like
she
was
a
pocketbook
shaken
upside
down
and
emotions
were
spilling
all
over
the
place
.
If
she
had
a
home
,
she
could
have
a
small
library
,
for
all
her
medical
books
!
And
a
pharmacy
for
her
traditional
remedies
!
And
a
proper
restaurant
with
real
chairs
and
tables
(
because
she
had
to
sell
all
her
old
good
chairs
and
tables
to
pay
the
divorce
lawyer
)
.
If
she
had
a
home
,
she
could
finally
be
listed
in
Lonely
Planet
,
who
keep
wanting
to
mention
her
services
,
but
never
can
do
so
,
because
she
never
has
a
permanent
address
that
they
can
print
.
If
she
had
a
home
,
Tutti
could
have
a
birthday
party
someday
!
