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<strong>Chapter</strong> 17<br />
Nol's sister Wayan was wealthy enough to have a fancy lawyer's office, but in<br />
order not to alert the tax man, she worked out of a decrepit building lodged in Denpasar's<br />
small intestines.<br />
Nol found a parking spot by a meatball soup vendor, who had place his food-cart<br />
in the shade of weary, grime-smudged tree. In his sister's law office, three assistants<br />
communed with their computers and one fellow pecked away at a manual typewriter.<br />
Wayan was in her inner office, partitioned off by glass windows. She was reading a legal<br />
document to a young, well-dressed couple.<br />
A few minutes later, the couple left, and Nol took one of the hard plastic chairs,<br />
still warm from its previous occupant.<br />
"And what were they here for?" he asked as he fished a mint out of the bowl on<br />
her desk. Files and folders crammed the inner office from floor to ceiling, blocking light<br />
from the window. Nol could practically hear the worms munching through the paper.<br />
"A pre-nuptial agreement. She's rich and he's not."<br />
"Same caste?"<br />
"Same as us. Sudras. How's Putu?"<br />
"He has this American girlfriend. Suti says we should invite her to the tooth<br />
filing."<br />
"Of course you should."<br />
"You don't even know her. She's got teeth like a monkey's," Nol said, although<br />
truth to tell, he'd never seen teeth so white and even. "We send Putu to America and he<br />
comes back a surfer with an American girlfriend."<br />
"What's wrong with that?"<br />
"His skin's all dark. Like he's a peasant. We're dragging him to his homecoming<br />
blessing at the Temple of the Crater Lake. He didn't want to go. Said the surf was going<br />
to be good and he didn't want to miss it." Nol shook his head in disbelief, as if such a<br />
pilgrimage could be postponed at a whim. He popped another candy into his mouth. "I've<br />
been developing this idea. A new sales approach. See, I open a website and sell rice and<br />
noodles and basic nonperishable market food. Everybody orders online, and everything's<br />
delivered to their doors by a sales team. It's going to be big. A small startup investment<br />
could earn you serious money."<br />
Wayan's expression flattened. She leaned back and yelled through a slot in the<br />
window, "Is that document ready?"<br />
<strong>One</strong> of her staff handed her a folder. She put on her reading glasses.<br />
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