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"Your uncle put together the deal on that beach front property. I wonder if he<br />
knew what would be dug up."<br />
This was news to Nol, but he didn't know about every deal his uncle did. "I don't<br />
think he told anyone where to put a pool."<br />
"What's done is done," Raka said reflectively. "Those Communists deserved their<br />
fate. It was either them or us. Did you know they had my family on a death list? I was a<br />
baby at the time. If Communists like your father had won, we'd be buried somewhere, our<br />
bones forgotten. Every time I look at you, I think to myself, I could be dead."<br />
"He was not a Communist," Nol said evenly.<br />
"What did my father want with you?"<br />
"An invitation to your family's tooth filing."<br />
"What is that you have there?"<br />
Nol tightened his grip on the envelope. "Papers for Dharma."<br />
"Nol the Errand Boy." Raka squished his cigarette under the toe of his sandal. "I<br />
hear you've been telling rumors about me."<br />
"I've heard them myself," Nol said. "But you know rumors. They're like the wind,<br />
whirling every which way."<br />
"I hope you don't become a problem, Nol. I'm good at solving problems."<br />
Nol smiled, suddenly at ease. "You're good at telling others to solve them for you.<br />
Like Gong. Remember him, that stupid fat boy you always sent to beat me up?"<br />
Raka returned the smile. "He was stupid and he was fat but he was loyal. Let me<br />
tell you something they don't teach you at Harvard. A man who's loyal is worth a hundred<br />
times someone's who's smart." He turned off the light and slipped through the side gate,<br />
the scion of the palace blessed by early starlight and blossoming jasmine.<br />
In his bedroom, Nol opened the unsealed envelope and shook out bundles of crisp<br />
hundred-thousand rupiah notes. He counted them twice. Fifty million exactly. He put the<br />
bundles back in the envelope but then withdrew five of the bills, which he stuck in his<br />
wallet. A small tax for the next cockfight, an offering for this unexpected fortune, which<br />
Nol wasn't quite willing to call good but was certainly timely. Nol stuck the envelope<br />
under the mattress, then in shoe box in the bottom of the closet, then between two temple<br />
sarongs in the top drawer, and finally in a painted offering basket on top of the wardrobe.<br />
Suti's scooter puttered into the garage. Nol heard her footsteps, the vigor of doors<br />
opening and closing, the hard rattling of cups and pans in the kitchen. He knew her many<br />
sounds, and right now she was very angry about something. He sauntered over to the<br />
kitchen, where she was eating a bowl of noodles. She glared at him over the steaming<br />
bowl.<br />
Nol peeled a tangerine. "And how was your day?" he said pleasantly.<br />
"Fine. And yours?"<br />
Oh, she was furious. Nol could tell by that controlled tone. He popped a tangerine<br />
slice in his mouth and spat the seeds out the door. "Not bad. Sweet talked this Dutch<br />
couple into renting one of Dharma's houses. They were very fussy, but you know me."<br />
"Yes, I do know you. You can lose a fortune at the cockfights and come home<br />
whistling."<br />
"What are you talking about?"<br />
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