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"
I
added
,
"
And
Liz
was
begging
her
friends
to
please
help
Wayan
,
too
!
"
We
returned
to
the
shop
,
found
Tutti
just
home
from
school
.
Wayan
dropped
to
her
knees
,
grabbed
her
girl
,
and
said
,
"
A
house
!
A
house
!
We
have
a
house
!
"
Tutti
executed
a
fabulous
fake
faint
,
swooning
cartoonishly
right
to
the
floor
.
While
we
were
all
laughing
,
I
noticed
the
two
orphans
watching
this
scene
from
the
background
of
the
kitchen
,
and
I
could
see
them
looking
at
me
with
something
in
their
faces
that
resembled
…
fear
.
As
Wayan
and
Tutti
galloped
around
in
joy
,
I
wondered
what
the
orphans
were
thinking
.
What
were
they
so
afraid
of
?
Being
left
behind
,
maybe
?
Or
was
I
now
a
scary
person
to
them
because
I
’
d
produced
so
much
money
out
of
nowhere
?
(
Such
an
unthinkable
amount
of
money
that
maybe
it
’
s
like
black
magic
?
)
Or
maybe
when
you
’
ve
had
such
a
fragile
life
as
these
kids
,
any
change
is
a
terror
.
When
there
was
a
lull
in
the
celebration
I
asked
Wayan
,
just
to
be
sure
:
"
What
about
Big
Ketut
and
Little
Ketut
?
Is
this
good
news
for
them
,
too
?
"
Wayan
looked
over
at
the
girls
in
the
kitchen
and
must
have
seen
the
same
uneasiness
I
had
seen
,
because
she
floated
over
to
them
and
herded
them
into
her
arms
and
whispered
some
reassuring
words
into
the
crowns
of
their
heads
.
They
seemed
to
relax
into
her
.
Then
the
phone
rang
,
and
Wayan
tried
to
pull
away
from
the
orphans
to
answer
it
,
but
the
skinny
arms
of
the
two
Ketuts
clung
on
to
their
unofficial
mother
relentlessly
,
and
they
buried
their
heads
in
her
belly
and
armpits
,
and
even
after
the
longest
time
they
refused
-
with
a
fierceness
I
’
d
never
seen
in
them
before
-
to
let
her
go
So
I
answered
the
phone
,
instead
.
"
Balinese
Traditional
Healing
,
"
I
said
.
"
Stop
by
today
for
our
giant
close
-
out
moving
sale
!
"
I
went
out
with
Brazilian
Felipe
again
,
twice
over
the
weekend
.
On
Saturday
I
brought
him
to
meet
Wayan
and
the
kids
,
and
Tutti
made
drawings
of
houses
for
him
while
Wayan
winked
suggestively
behind
his
back
and
mouthed
,
"
New
boyfriend
?
"
and
I
kept
shaking
my
head
,
"
No
,
no
,
no
.
"
(
Though
I
’
ll
tell
you
what
-
I
’
m
not
thinking
about
that
cute
Welsh
guy
anymore
.
)
I
also
brought
Felipe
to
meet
Ketut
,
my
medicine
man
,
and
Ketut
read
his
palm
and
pronounced
my
friend
,
no
fewer
than
seven
times
(
while
fixing
me
with
a
penetrating
stare
)
,
to
be
"
a
good
man
,
a
very
good
man
,
a
very
,
very
good
man
.
Not
a
bad
man
,
Liss
-
a
good
man
.
"
Then
on
Sunday
,
Felipe
asked
me
if
I
’
d
like
to
spend
a
day
at
the
beach
.
It
occurred
to
me
that
I
’
d
been
living
here
in
Bali
for
two
months
already
and
had
not
yet
seen
the
beach
,
which
now
seemed
like
sheer
idiocy
,
so
I
said
yes
.
He
picked
me
up
at
my
house
in
his
jeep
and
we
drove
an
hour
to
this
hidden
little
beach
in
Pedangbai
where
hardly
any
tourists
ever
go
.
This
place
that
he
took
me
to
,
it
was
as
good
an
imitation
of
paradise
as
anything
I
’
d
ever
seen
,
with
blue
water
and
white
sand
and
the
shade
of
palm
trees
.
We
talked
all
day
,
interrupting
our
talking
only
to
swim
and
nap
and
read
,
sometimes
reading
aloud
to
each
other
.
These
Balinese
women
in
a
shack
behind
the
beach
grilled
us
freshly
caught
fish
,
and
we
bought
cold
beers
and
chilled
fruit
.
Dallying
in
the
waves
,
we
told
each
other
whatever
was
left
of
the
life
story
details
which
we
hadn
’
t
yet
covered
in
the
past
few
weeks
of
evenings
spent
out
together
in
the
quietest
restaurants
in
Ubud
,
talking
over
bottles
and
bottles
of
wine
.
