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"
Did
you
buy
your
house
yet
,
Wayan
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Not
yet
,
honey
.
No
hurry
.
"
"
What
about
that
place
you
liked
?
I
thought
you
were
going
to
buy
that
?
"
"
Found
out
not
for
sale
.
Too
expensive
.
"
"
Do
you
have
any
other
places
in
mind
?
"
"
Not
worry
about
it
now
,
Liz
.
For
now
,
let
me
make
you
quickly
feel
better
.
"
Felipe
arrived
with
my
medicine
and
a
face
full
of
remorse
,
apologizing
to
both
me
and
Wayan
for
having
inflicted
me
with
this
pain
,
or
at
least
that
’
s
how
he
was
seeing
it
.
"
Not
serious
,
"
said
Wayan
.
"
Not
worry
.
I
fix
her
soon
.
Quickly
better
.
"
Then
she
went
into
the
kitchen
and
produced
a
giant
glass
mixing
bowl
full
of
leaves
,
roots
,
berries
,
something
I
recognized
as
turmeric
,
some
shaggy
mass
of
something
that
looked
like
witches
’
hair
,
plus
eye
of
what
I
believe
might
have
been
newt
…
all
floating
in
its
own
brown
juice
.
There
was
about
a
gallon
of
it
in
the
bowl
,
whatever
it
was
.
It
stank
like
a
corpse
.
"
Drink
,
honey
,
"
Wayan
said
.
