Ешь, молись, люби

Chapter 98

           (She’senvelopedingoldandjewelsandincenseandEgyptian-lookingmakeup;she’sprobablythirteenyearsoldbutmovesherhipswiththesoft,sensualfaithofacreaturewhoknowsshecouldseduceanygodshewanted.)ThenextdaywefindastrangefamilyrestaurantinthesamevillagewheretheBalineseproprietorannouncesthathe’sagreatchefofThaifood,whichhedecidedlyisnot,butwespendthewholedaythereanyhow,drinkingicyCokesandeatinggreasypadthaiandplayingMiltonBradleyboardgameswiththeowner’selegantlyeffeminateteenageson.(Itoccurstousonlylaterthatthisprettyteenageboycouldwellhavebeenthebeautifulfemaledancerfromthenightbefore;theBalinesearemastersofritualtransvestism.)

           EverydayIcallFelipefromwhateveroutbackphoneIcanfind,andheasks,"Howmanymoresleepsuntilyoucomebacktome?"Hetellsme,"I’menjoyingfallinginlovewithyou,darling.Itfeelssonatural,likeit’ssomethingIexperienceeverysecondweek,butactuallyIhaven’tfeltthiswayaboutanyoneinnearlythirtyyears."

           Notthereyet,notyettothatplaceofafreefallintolove,Imakehesitantnoises,littleremindersthatIamleavinginafewmonths.Felipeisunconcerned.Hesays,"MaybethisisjustsomestupidromanticSouthAmericanidea,butIneedyoutounderstand-darling,foryou,Iamevenwillingtosuffer.Whateverpainhappenstousinthefuture,Iacceptitalready,justforthepleasureofbeingwithyounow.Let’senjoythistime.It’smarvelous.

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