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<strong>Chapter</strong> 24<br />
On the night of the full moon, a throng of Balinese and expats and drive-by<br />
tourists celebrated the organic salt harvest with a mix of Balinese ceremony and Western<br />
carnival. Fortified by vodka, Reed danced the dance of the bumbling bulé. He wore his<br />
sarong tied like a woman. He poked himself with his warrior's keris. He flapped his arms<br />
and his legs got stuck in arthritic poses. Everyone howled. It was a great success.<br />
Bowing, he slipped into the background, where he sipped another tonic and<br />
vodka. Children raced about, a number of them half-Western, half-Asian. A young<br />
French glass-maker hovered solicitously by his lovely pregnant Balinese wife. Reed had<br />
attended their shotgun wedding, one of the most talked about in years, for the lad's<br />
mother, direct from Paris, had stormed into the ceremony to knock down offerings and<br />
smash plates.<br />
Reed poured his vodka into a hibiscus bush. He'd been in the spotlight and now he<br />
was alone, and melancholy sifted down from the stars to settle on him with memories<br />
more bitter than sweet.<br />
1965<br />
Three times. Once a month for the next three months. That was how often Reed<br />
was able to see Naniek.<br />
Before the world went mad.<br />
Each time was at the Tampaksiring Cottages. A day or two before the tryst, Mak<br />
Jangkrik would show up at Reed's bungalow and after a litany of complaints, from her<br />
tired legs to the spiraling price of kerosene, would pass on Naniek's note saying she'd be<br />
free. On these visits, Mak always chaperoned her. The two women took an early bus and<br />
spent the day at Tampaksiring before catching the last bus before dark. Mak refused to<br />
allow Reed to drive them. She kept to herself on the cottage porch and left them alone,<br />
but made sure that Reed behaved himself. He didn't mind. This was how things were<br />
done in this country.<br />
He and Naniek strolled in the ragged garden, picnicked on mats in the shade of<br />
the wispy casuarinas trees, watched the fish swimming in the temple's spring that bubbled<br />
pure as crystal out of fine sand.<br />
Naniek was a vegetarian, although she did eat some fish for protein. On Fridays<br />
she did not eat at all and saved the money for the Gerwani charity for the poor. She<br />
owned a dress, a skirt, two pairs of trousers for riding her bicycle, several blouses, and<br />
her canvas sneakers. She didn't need money. When she rode her bicycle to villages for<br />
evening meetings on nutrition and health, she knew that there would be rice to eat and a<br />
place to sleep.<br />
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