When I told her I wasn't married ("Not yet!") she looked taken aback.

"Never been married?" she asked.

"No," I lied. I don't like lying, but I generally have found it's easier not to mention divorce to the Balinese because they get so upset about it.

"Really never been married?" she asked again, and she was looking at me with great curiosity now.

"Honestly," I lied. "I've never been married."

"You sure?" This was getting weird.

"I'm totally sure!"

"Not even once?" she asked.

OK, so she can see through me.

"Well," I confessed, "there was that one time . . ."

And her face cleared like: Yes, I thought as much.

She asked, "Divorced?"

"Yes," I said, ashamed now.

"Divorced."

"I could tell you are divorced."

"It's not very common here, is it?"

"But me, too," said Wayan, entirely to my surprise. "Me too, divorced."

"You?"

"I did everything I could," she said. "I try everything before I got a divorce, praying every day. But I had to go away from him."

Her eyes filled up with tears, and next thing you knew, I was holding Wayan's hand, having just met my first Balinese divorcée, and I was saying, "I'm sure you did the best you could, sweetie. I'm sure you tried everything."

"Divorce is too sad," she said. I agreed.