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Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

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AMY TAN<br />

Bennie stepped into his. The interior was of pleated rattan, the<br />

floors covered with hemp mats, the low twin beds adorned with<br />

simple white linens and enveloped by gauzy mosquito netting. Oh, he<br />

loved that last touch, so tropically romantic, reminiscent of former<br />

nights of sweaty tangled limbs. On the walls were painted rendi­<br />

tions of celestial creatures and carvings on bone, the sort of mass-<br />

produced native art that passed as chicly primitive. The bathroom<br />

was a nice surprise, spacious and free of mildew, the floor covered<br />

with a plain white tile, and the shower built a step lower and sepa­<br />

rated by a half-wall.<br />

In Heidi’s room, the bellhop opened the windows. They lacked<br />

screens, and nearby were coils of insecticidal incense and pots of cit­<br />

ronella, all signs that alerted her to the fact that the stagnant waters<br />

beneath the walkways were mosquito breeding grounds. One door<br />

over, Marlena and Esmé were all oohs and ahs over the views of the<br />

lake, marveling that this place truly was paradise, a Shangri-La.<br />

Harry was even more pleased than the others. His bungalow was<br />

at the far end of pier five, and its secluded location made for a per­<br />

fect love nest. Oh, look. The resort had thoughtfully provided<br />

lemon-scented candles, a romantic touch. He went outside to the<br />

small porch. It held a couple of teak chairs with adjustable reclining<br />

backs—fantastic, ideal for lying together to do a bit of moon gazing<br />

and set the mood for an exquisite night of lovemaking.<br />

Marlena and Esmé had stepped out of their bungalow just two<br />

piers away <strong>from</strong> him. A porter who looked to be about the size of<br />

Esmé had arrived, dragging two mammoth suitcases, a duffel slung<br />

<strong>from</strong> each shoulder. Harry waved to catch Marlena’s eye, and she ea­<br />

gerly waved back. They were like two lovebirds flapping their wings.<br />

The message was clear: Tonight was the night.<br />

A half-hour later in the Great Hall, Heinrich poured champagne<br />

into plastic tumblers. “To pleasure and beauty, to new friends and<br />

lasting memories,” he said warmly. Soon he would bestow on them<br />

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