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Arini replied with a nod, tucking the shirt's sleeve onto the ironing board's arm.<br />
She ironed with quick strokes, the heavy iron clanking.<br />
Tina halted. "Is that a charcoal iron?"<br />
"We have electricity, but my mother insists," Nol said, embarrassed at such<br />
antiquity in his house.<br />
Tina marched over to the porch. "This brings back memories. My grandmother<br />
ironed with a charcoal iron. And you know what, I always thought those clothes had this<br />
special softness you can't get with electric irons."<br />
"In America?" Arini said skeptically.<br />
"They were artists, lived out in the desert. But when I tried to iron with it, I'd get<br />
charcoal streaks all over the clothes. What's your secret?"<br />
"Hardwood charcoal, the same wood they burn for distilling arak."<br />
"Can I try?"<br />
She put Nol's wrinkled green Hansip shirt on the board. "This one is safe to<br />
practice on."<br />
Nol was at first annoyed at this detour, not to mention his uniform being practice,<br />
but then he realized that the old fashioned iron might actually be a selling point—Miss<br />
Tina, you want your clothes ironed with the charcoal press?<br />
"This is your Civil Defense uniform, Pak Ziro?" Tina asked.<br />
"I'm a squadron leader."<br />
"Then I should feel safe renting here. Phew, this iron really is heavy. You must<br />
have muscles in that arm, Arini." She put the iron on its base, relinquishing it to Arini.<br />
"I'll have to come over here whenever you iron and exercise more."<br />
"I'll be happy to let you do it all."<br />
She would? Nol's mother never let anybody do the ironing. Suti had once tried to<br />
take over a year after they were married, using a Sanyo electric iron, which resulted in the<br />
first confrontation between wife and mother-in-law. This was not a typical screeching<br />
shouting affair. Arini retreated without a word, but she would sit silently by, and her<br />
coldness became so steadily oppressive that it weighed on everybody. Suti could be<br />
stubborn too, and for a while she tried to outlast her mother-in-law with increasingly<br />
faked warmth and chirpiness, but finally she gave in and said fine, you iron the clothes.<br />
And now this American woman had in a few minutes charmed Mother, just like<br />
that? Must be that hair.<br />
Nol stretched out his arm to herd Tina along to the villa. "And what is you do, Ibu<br />
Tina?"<br />
"Just Tina. Right now I'm on a research trip, but I teach at a university. Stanford.<br />
The one your son attends."<br />
"Really!" Nol exclaimed in delight. "Do you teach him?"<br />
"What's he studying?"<br />
"Architecture and engineering."<br />
"I'm in a different department."<br />
A flagstone path by the garage led through the private gate and around a hedge to<br />
the front garden.<br />
"My, how lovely," Tina said. "That lawn looks like a putting green."<br />
"It does, doesn't it?"<br />
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