I was on my way to dinner last night when I saw her. She was selling skirts. She moved with the same ease and loveliness I often saw in the women of Laos. Her long black hair was as shiny as the black silk of the skirts she was selling. In her hair, she wore three silk ribbons, blue, green, and white. They reminded me of my childhood and how my friends and I used to spend hours braiding ribbons into our hair.
I don't know the word for "ribbons", so I put my hand to my own hair and, with three fingers against my head, I looked at her ribbons and said "Beautiful". She lowered her eyes and said nothing. I wasn't sure if she understood me as I don't speak Laotian very well.
I looked back down at the skirts. They were very pretty. I decided to buy one, and I began to bargain with her. It's the custom to bargain in Asia. In Laos bargaining is done in soft voices.
She smiled, more with her eyes than with her lips. She was pleased by the few words I was able to say in her language, although they were mostly numbers. We shook our heads in disagreement over the price; then, immediately, we made another offer and then another shake of the head. She was so pleased that unexpectedly, she accepted the last offer I made. But it was too soon. The price was too low. She was being too generous and wouldn't make enough money. I moved quickly and picked up two more skirts and paid for all three. She smiled and for the first time in months, my spirit lifted. I almost felt happy.
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The feeling stayed with me while she wrapped the skirts in a newspaper and handed them to me
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The next morning when I got up, l lit a candle and wanted to look at the skirts.
