Eat, Pray, Love

A sad smile. “It was her time to die. Now I tell you how I find my wife. When I am twenty-
seven years, I meet a girl and I love her.”
“What year was that?” I asked, desperate as always to figure out how old he is.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Maybe 1920?”
(Which would make him about a hundred and twelve by now. I think we’re getting closer to
solving this.. .)
“I love this girl, Liss. Very beautiful. But not good character, this girl. She only want money.
She chase other boy. She never tell truth. I think she had a secret mind inside her other mind,
nobody can see inside there. She stop to loving me, go away with other boy. I am very sad.
Broken in my heart. I pray and pray to my four spirit brothers, ask why she not anymore love
me? Then one of my spirit brothers, he tell me the truth. He say, ‘This is not your true match.
Be patient.’ So I be patient and then I find my wife. Beautiful woman, good woman. Always
sweet for me. Never once we argue, have always harmony in household, always she smiling.
Even when no money at home, always she smiling and saying how happy she is to see me.
When she die, I very sad in my mind.”
“Did you cry?”
“Only little bit, in my eyes. But I do meditation, to clean the body from pain. I meditate for
her soul. Very sad, but happy, too. I visit her in meditation every day, even to kissing her. She
the only woman I ever make sex with. So I do not know... what is new word, from today?”
“Romance?”
“Yes, romance. I do not know romance, Liss.”
“So it’s not really your area of expertise, eh?”
“What is this, expertise? What this word means?”
Eat, Pray, Love