Chapter One - Richard Lewis
Chapter One - Richard Lewis Chapter One - Richard Lewis
you a donation for your activities, but as it is, well, people would probably talk. Best to stick to business." "And you wish to buy hair." "It is a good business," Reed said. "Some villages have silver, some villages have carvings, some villages have textiles, but all villages have hair." Dharma nodded. "Your uncle is a wise man. I'll see what I can do." A week later, Reed attended a high caste wedding of important royals. Rusty sped after him as usual, but the tiny engine on his motorized bicycle seized up. Reed braked and backed up and told his minder where he'd be. When Rusty showed up a half hour later at the palace, Reed smuggled his bemused minder into the back garden where the younger men were drinking moonshine arak. There he introduced Rusty as his good and quite thirsty friend. By the time Reed finally left, Rusty was baying songs with the others. When he got home, he found Dharma waiting on the steps to the verandah, a large basket at his feet. Greeting his guest, Reed invited him up for coffee. Dharma glanced with alarm over the railing at river rocks far below. His curiosity overcame his manners and he asked, "Forgive me for my rudeness, but why do you want to live on such worthless land, so exposed to all this open air?" "The view," Reed said. "The river and the rice fields." Dharma gave him a blank look, swung around to look again at the ravine and at the carpet of rice-fields on the other side of the ravine, and back at Reed. It wasn't the first time that this concept of view had perplexed a Balinese, so Reed moved on and asked his guest about his family and their health. When finally the niceties were done and the bushes well circled, he nodded at the basket. "And what is that you bring, my brother?" "Oh, this? Just some worthless hair." Dharma opened the top. Within were curled long strands of gleaming black hair. Neat and tidy, bundled with bamboo twine. "If you don't wish to buy, it is of no great matter," Dharma said. Reed got out the flour scales and weighed the hair, which he jotted down in a black notebook. Excusing himself, he entered his bedroom and put on canvas gloves. He kept under his bed a decoy cash box with a few bills, but his real stash was up in the roof. Standing on the headboard of his bed, he thrust a hand between the third and fourth overlapping leaves of the thatched roof. The other week he'd been stung by a scorpion, hence the gloves. He pulled out a manila envelope of hundred dollar bills, took five to slip into a smaller envelope, and shoved the cash back into hiding. Dharma accepted the envelope with his right hand supporting his left hand, a gesture of humble gratitude that, Reed thought, didn't diminish on whit the back-bone pride of the man. Dharma didn't bother checking the amount but tucked the envelope into the waist-fold of his sarong. Reed also had in his hand a photo album, black-and-white pictures taken at the Batu Gede rally and which he'd had developed in a Den Pasar studio, a darkroom he rented by the day. "Who are these people on the podium?" he asked. Dharma looked through the photographs and named them. The assistant chairman of the Communist regional party. The chairwoman of the Batu Gede Gerwani. The leftist information officer from the Udayana military command who often had coffee at the Bali 38
Hotel. The officers liked to flirt with Arini. Reed wrote down the names that Dharma gave him. "Why are you writing their names?" Dharma asked. "We know who they all are. We won't forget." "I might," Reed said. He flipped to a photo of a young woman glancing over her shoulder, her slanted eyes cold and unfriendly. "And who is she?" "Comrade Naniek. She's half-Balinese, half-Javanese, a Gerwani activist sent from Djakarta to Batu Gede. As if we don't have enough Gerwani as it is." He returned his attention to a photograph of Chairwoman Parwati with Desak the salt-farmer's wife and stabbed a thick forefinger at their faces. "They want to take our land," he said. "I have told them, I have said directly to their faces, we will fight you to the death." After seeing his guest to the gate, Reed gave the basket of hair to Mrs. Nyoman's daughter to clean, process, and package. Soon there would be enough for another shipment to Harry Chen in Singapore. Late that night in his bedroom, Reed typed up the coded lists, pecking on his lightweight portable, by the light of the kerosene lantern. Drops of sweat ran down his bare chest and into the waistband of his sarong. When it came to Comrade Naniek, he paused. Not yet, he told himself. He needed to get more information. 39
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you a donation for your activities, but as it is, well, people would probably talk. Best to<br />
stick to business."<br />
"And you wish to buy hair."<br />
"It is a good business," Reed said. "Some villages have silver, some villages have<br />
carvings, some villages have textiles, but all villages have hair."<br />
Dharma nodded. "Your uncle is a wise man. I'll see what I can do."<br />
A week later, Reed attended a high caste wedding of important royals. Rusty sped<br />
after him as usual, but the tiny engine on his motorized bicycle seized up. Reed braked<br />
and backed up and told his minder where he'd be. When Rusty showed up a half hour<br />
later at the palace, Reed smuggled his bemused minder into the back garden where the<br />
younger men were drinking moonshine arak. There he introduced Rusty as his good and<br />
quite thirsty friend. By the time Reed finally left, Rusty was baying songs with the others.<br />
When he got home, he found Dharma waiting on the steps to the verandah, a large<br />
basket at his feet. Greeting his guest, Reed invited him up for coffee. Dharma glanced<br />
with alarm over the railing at river rocks far below. His curiosity overcame his manners<br />
and he asked, "Forgive me for my rudeness, but why do you want to live on such<br />
worthless land, so exposed to all this open air?"<br />
"The view," Reed said. "The river and the rice fields."<br />
Dharma gave him a blank look, swung around to look again at the ravine and at<br />
the carpet of rice-fields on the other side of the ravine, and back at Reed. It wasn't the<br />
first time that this concept of view had perplexed a Balinese, so Reed moved on and<br />
asked his guest about his family and their health. When finally the niceties were done and<br />
the bushes well circled, he nodded at the basket. "And what is that you bring, my<br />
brother?"<br />
"Oh, this? Just some worthless hair." Dharma opened the top. Within were curled<br />
long strands of gleaming black hair. Neat and tidy, bundled with bamboo twine. "If you<br />
don't wish to buy, it is of no great matter," Dharma said.<br />
Reed got out the flour scales and weighed the hair, which he jotted down in a<br />
black notebook. Excusing himself, he entered his bedroom and put on canvas gloves. He<br />
kept under his bed a decoy cash box with a few bills, but his real stash was up in the roof.<br />
Standing on the headboard of his bed, he thrust a hand between the third and fourth<br />
overlapping leaves of the thatched roof. The other week he'd been stung by a scorpion,<br />
hence the gloves. He pulled out a manila envelope of hundred dollar bills, took five to<br />
slip into a smaller envelope, and shoved the cash back into hiding. Dharma accepted the<br />
envelope with his right hand supporting his left hand, a gesture of humble gratitude that,<br />
Reed thought, didn't diminish on whit the back-bone pride of the man. Dharma didn't<br />
bother checking the amount but tucked the envelope into the waist-fold of his sarong.<br />
Reed also had in his hand a photo album, black-and-white pictures taken at the<br />
Batu Gede rally and which he'd had developed in a Den Pasar studio, a darkroom he<br />
rented by the day.<br />
"Who are these people on the podium?" he asked.<br />
Dharma looked through the photographs and named them. The assistant chairman<br />
of the Communist regional party. The chairwoman of the Batu Gede Gerwani. The leftist<br />
information officer from the Udayana military command who often had coffee at the Bali<br />
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