Eat, Pray, Love

here in Bali for three, maybe four months. You will be my friend. Maybe you will live here with
my family. I can practice English with you. I never had anybody to practice English with. I
think you are good with words. I think this creative work you do is something about words,
yes?”
“Yes!” I said. “I’m a writer. I’m a book writer!”
“You are a book writer from New York,” he said, in agreement, in confirmation. “So you will
come back here to Bali and live here and teach me English. And I will teach you everything I
know.”
Then he stood up and brushed off his hands, like: That’s settled.
I said, “If you’re serious, mister, I’m serious.”
He beamed at me toothlessly and said, “See you later, alligator.”
Eat, Pray, Love