Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

SAVING FISH FROM DROWNING
have to be so gorgeous? She wanted to eat him up right this minute.
Perhaps they could return to the bus early.
Just then, Wendy saw the woman in the hat who had caught her
eye earlier. The woman spotted Wendy as well. She motioned dis­
creetly for Wendy to come toward her. Wendy looked about. “Come
on,” she told Wyatt. “It’s that woman who wanted to tell me some­
thing.” She was certain she was on to important findings for Free to
Speak International. Perhaps the woman knew the whereabouts of
some people who had gone “missing.” Wendy and Wyatt turned a
corner and saw the woman up ahead, ducking into a doorway. They
followed, and they, too, went into the doorway and at last saw the
women squatting in the shadows.
“Mona Chen?” the woman said. She held up a big wad of Burmese
kyats.
Wendy whispered back: “I’m not Mona, but I can still help you.”
“She wants to change money,” Wyatt said.
“What?”
“Mona Chen. Money change. See? She has money to exchange.”
Wyatt turned to the woman. “How much?”
“What are you doing?” Wendy exclaimed. “You could be jailed!”
“I’m just curious, that’s all—”
By now two military policemen had walked by, backed up, and
were staring at them.
“That,” Wendy said, and pointed to the woman’s conical hat.
“How much for the hat?” She randomly pulled out a kyat note from
her own wad. It was a hundred.
The woman nodded and took the note, then removed her hat and
handed it to Wendy. The police moved on.
“They’re gone,” Wyatt said. “You can give back the hat.”
“I want it. I need it, I really do. I’m getting burned out there. So
how much did I pay for it? Too much?”
“About a quarter,” Wyatt said. “A steal.”
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