Chapter One - Richard Lewis
Chapter One - Richard Lewis Chapter One - Richard Lewis
wall were posters on nutrition and basic health care. On a wooden counter was a kerosene stoves and burners. Another counter held utensils, where Naniek was preparing ingredients for a cooking class. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of him, bare-chested, holding a bloodied shirt to his face. "I stopped to relieve myself and my foot slipped on a loose rock," Reed said. "Fell into the ditch and cut myself. I don't know how bad." She pressed down his fist and the wadded shirt to expose the wound. "To the bone," she said. "You'll need stitches." To the bone. Jesus. He blinked, suddenly woozy-headed. Naniek took his elbow and guided him to the clinic's examining bed. "I'll go get Parwati," she said. A minute later, Parwati loomed over him. She inspected the wound and said curtly, "Go to the government clinic." "To be honest, I'd rather not. Can't you sew it up here?" She thought about that. "All right." Thus it was that Reed became the object for an impromptu lesson on how to clean and stitch a cut. The women stood around the bed, young housewives and old matrons, a few of them holding handkerchiefs to the nose and wincing. Desak the salt-maker's wife clutched a pamphlet on pregnancy and nutrition. Was she pregnant? He was vaguely surprised. He thought her middle-aged, beyond child-bearing age, but he realized now that it was only the hard struggle of daily life that had aged her, carved those lines in her face and coarsened her skin. Naniek cleaned the wound, her fingers cool but not gentle, swabbing the harsh antiseptic. It stung like hell. "Ow!" Reed said. "You're hurting me on purpose! Just because I'm a Yankee nekolim imperialist." The women laughed. Naniek smiled, the first full smile she'd given him. He felt light-headed with the simple pleasure of it, and then Parwati loomed back into view with a syringe of local anesthetic. The needle descended, filling all of Reed's vision, and his light-headedness accelerated until none of his mind was left. When he came to, it was with the sensation of something sharp tugging on his skin. Parwati, with a needle. "You fainted," Naniek told him. "Just like a woman," Desak said as the others laughed. When the cut was stitched and bandaged, Parwati brusquely declined any payment but told him he'd have to get his own antibiotics. "I'm no condition to drive," Reed said. "Can I stay here for the night? I have a mat in the back of the jeep I can throw down anywhere." Parwati sighed sharply but didn't say no. She told Naniek to get Reed settled in the corner shed behind the carport. Naniek pushed open the shed's tin-sheet door, holding high a coconut oil lamp. Between shelves stacked with odds and ends was a clean cement floor big enough for Reed's mat. "Is there a man anywhere in this house, or is it all women?" Reed asked. "Bapak works for the railroad in the Java," Naniek replied, referring to Parwati's husband. 100
The railroads were heavily PKI. "What about you? Husband? Boyfriend?" "Over there by the mango tree is a bath and toilet." The anesthetic was already wearing off. His cheek throbbed. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, but he wasn't hungry at all. In the soft flickering light, Naniek looked like a halfling angel. "How about a goodnight kiss before you leave me?" She gave him a flat look. We are not amused. As she returned to the meeting, he trooped to the car to get his mat and camera bag and the flashlight. The bath and toilet was a tin cubicle with a squat pan. A sliver of soap rested on the edge of a cement water tub. He rinsed his bloodied shirt and used it as a washcloth to wipe his chest. After rinsing it again, he hung the shirt on a nail to dry. Returning to the shed, he plucked a lemon from a shrub and rubbed peels across his teeth. Two small bedroom windows overlooked the back yard. Was one of them Naniek's? In the women's center, he could hear the ladies gossiping and laughing as they sampled the cakes they'd baked. They finally took their leave, walking along in the light of the stars and a quarter moon. In one of the bedrooms the curtains flipped open, and Reed saw two heads pressed to the screen. He blew out the lamp. Propping his flashlight behind him, he threw hand shadows on the blank tin of the shed door. Dog, cat, dog chasing cat. An elephant swinging its trunk. He heard giggles. A lantern's light appeared in the bedroom. There was a scurry, two girls jumping back into bed. Naniek stepped to the window to look out. Reed threw a heart. The curtains snapped shut. A moment later the lantern glow appeared in the adjoining room. He turned off his flashlight and stretched on the mat and concentrated on the throbbing pain in his cheek. In the sky outside, a shooting star fell, and another. He bounced to his feet and across the yard to tap on the second window. "Naniek," he whispered. "Naniek." As the curtains twitched, and Naniek appeared, a robe pulled tight around her. "Look," he said, pointing to the sky. "A meteor shower." She opened the screen to watch. He didn't know how long he stood there, caught between Naniek and the falling stars. After a final flurry, the sky closed up and the stars were still once more. "Do you believe in omens?" he asked. "Feudal superstition. We make our own future." "I think some of those stars fell into your eyes," Reed said. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Who has time?" He drew a deep breath, which didn't seem to go into his lungs. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" She frowned slightly. "How did you make that heart?" "Like this." He reached out and took her warm hands and arranged her fingers. They were calloused. They trembled. Behind her, a light flashed in the narrow gap between bedroom door and floor, and steps sounded. Naniek withdrew her hands. "You'd better go," she whispered. "I want to see you again." 101
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wall were posters on nutrition and basic health care. On a wooden counter was a kerosene<br />
stoves and burners. Another counter held utensils, where Naniek was preparing<br />
ingredients for a cooking class.<br />
Her eyes widened as she caught sight of him, bare-chested, holding a bloodied<br />
shirt to his face.<br />
"I stopped to relieve myself and my foot slipped on a loose rock," Reed said. "Fell<br />
into the ditch and cut myself. I don't know how bad."<br />
She pressed down his fist and the wadded shirt to expose the wound. "To the<br />
bone," she said. "You'll need stitches."<br />
To the bone. Jesus. He blinked, suddenly woozy-headed.<br />
Naniek took his elbow and guided him to the clinic's examining bed. "I'll go get<br />
Parwati," she said.<br />
A minute later, Parwati loomed over him. She inspected the wound and said<br />
curtly, "Go to the government clinic."<br />
"To be honest, I'd rather not. Can't you sew it up here?"<br />
She thought about that. "All right."<br />
Thus it was that Reed became the object for an impromptu lesson on how to clean<br />
and stitch a cut. The women stood around the bed, young housewives and old matrons, a<br />
few of them holding handkerchiefs to the nose and wincing. Desak the salt-maker's wife<br />
clutched a pamphlet on pregnancy and nutrition. Was she pregnant? He was vaguely<br />
surprised. He thought her middle-aged, beyond child-bearing age, but he realized now<br />
that it was only the hard struggle of daily life that had aged her, carved those lines in her<br />
face and coarsened her skin.<br />
Naniek cleaned the wound, her fingers cool but not gentle, swabbing the harsh<br />
antiseptic. It stung like hell.<br />
"Ow!" Reed said. "You're hurting me on purpose! Just because I'm a Yankee<br />
nekolim imperialist."<br />
The women laughed. Naniek smiled, the first full smile she'd given him. He felt<br />
light-headed with the simple pleasure of it, and then Parwati loomed back into view with<br />
a syringe of local anesthetic. The needle descended, filling all of Reed's vision, and his<br />
light-headedness accelerated until none of his mind was left.<br />
When he came to, it was with the sensation of something sharp tugging on his<br />
skin. Parwati, with a needle.<br />
"You fainted," Naniek told him.<br />
"Just like a woman," Desak said as the others laughed.<br />
When the cut was stitched and bandaged, Parwati brusquely declined any<br />
payment but told him he'd have to get his own antibiotics.<br />
"I'm no condition to drive," Reed said. "Can I stay here for the night? I have a mat<br />
in the back of the jeep I can throw down anywhere."<br />
Parwati sighed sharply but didn't say no. She told Naniek to get Reed settled in<br />
the corner shed behind the carport. Naniek pushed open the shed's tin-sheet door, holding<br />
high a coconut oil lamp. Between shelves stacked with odds and ends was a clean cement<br />
floor big enough for Reed's mat.<br />
"Is there a man anywhere in this house, or is it all women?" Reed asked.<br />
"Bapak works for the railroad in the Java," Naniek replied, referring to Parwati's<br />
husband.<br />
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