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The brass iron resembled a stately ship with a high sharp bow. With Arini<br />
supervising, Tina filled the vented chamber with hardwood charcoal and squirted alcohol.<br />
Blue flame whooshed at the touch of a match. On the porch was a rattan basket of sundried<br />
laundry.<br />
As they waited for the iron to heat, Tina remarked, "It looks like it has a long<br />
history."<br />
"My mother's," Arini said. "I stole it from home when I married."<br />
"Where was home?"<br />
"Here. Batu Gede. I was from a northern hamlet, up by the hill. We went to<br />
school together from first grade."<br />
"Really? You knew him your whole life, then."<br />
"No," Arini said softly, "I knew him his whole life."<br />
Tina winced. "I'm sorry. That was a careless way to put it. I was at the meeting<br />
they had about those skeletons, and your brother-in-law Dharma told me about your<br />
husband."<br />
"You see that dent on the side of the iron?" Arini said. "My mother told me that<br />
one wind-blown night during the monsoon storms, the Demon King from Nusa Penida<br />
roared through our yard and flung the iron against the well. But I'd seen my clumsy father<br />
knocking it off the ledge."<br />
Tina held back a sigh. Had Teflon been invented in 1965? Because Arini was<br />
coated in it, impervious to Tina's questions, no matter how subtle or discreet. Maybe a<br />
more direct approach would work.<br />
"I've heard stories about Communist leyak called Luhde Srikandi," she said.<br />
"Who was she? Was she a real person?"<br />
"I think the iron is ready."<br />
Tina stifled another sigh. From the basket she picked out one of Arini's dresses, a<br />
cotton print with yards of pleated skirt and balloon sleeves, a style fashionable half a<br />
century previously.<br />
"A Chinese dressmaker in Denpasar made that for me," Arini said. "He had the<br />
latest fashion catalogs shipped over from Europe. Every day I got on a Lambretta scooter<br />
to go to work at the Bali Hotel. I always liked to look nice for our guests."<br />
Tina began ironing, working the nose of the iron into the tops of the pleats. The<br />
brass clinked and clanked. "It must have been hard on you, raising your children on your<br />
own."<br />
"You been in Bali long enough to know better." Arini's tone was gently scolding.<br />
"A child is raised by the whole family."<br />
"You were still a mother."<br />
"Careful, you're going to scorch the fabric. Let me finish that."<br />
They exchanged places, and after a long silence, Tina said, "When I was fifteen,<br />
my younger sister Nancy snuck out one night to a shopping center near our house. She<br />
took a shortcut through the woods and she wasn't ever seen again. The police investigated<br />
for months. Not a single clue. Her picture was put on milk cartons all around the country.<br />
Nothing. My parents were devastated. My mother didn't get out of bed for year. Nancy<br />
and I shared a bedroom, and to this day my mother blames me for not keeping an eye on<br />
her."<br />
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