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First of all, my name is Marshanda. But he insisted on calling me Louise after a star of the silent movies whom, he told me, he admired. And so it was Louise a wounded quarry hunched against the force he exerted, the wind and rush of his person his words, his….fists ** Our love began on a cruise through the Indonesian islands. I worked as a tour guide pointing out the loveliness of Sumatera and Java and Flores, and tiny, little islands that have never quite made it to the cartographers’ tables. He asked me what my name meant and I said bold girl. He shook his head, “No. I want you to be Louise”. Oh the beautiful, brutal wickedness of it all. He taught me how to cook – mainly by telling me what he didn’t like about my cooking. If the peanut sauce was not ‘savagely spicy’, then…