‘Really?’ Grace was intrigued. ‘This is a recent book, right, so the professor’s still alive?’

‘Yes. For sure. He’s still teaching.’

‘I can’t wait to read his version. But that doesn’t take away from K’tut’s own story.’

‘I agree. You’re really into K’tut’s life, aren’t you?’

‘It’s a story that seems larger than life. So, even if this professor guy is nit-picking, her life is completely fascinating. And now, being here, I get it. I see it. Steve.’ She grabbed his arm. ‘It’s a film. It would make a great big bloody brilliant feature film!’

‘Ah, so you’ve got the film bug. I know that feeling.’ Steve laughed and Grace joined in, feeling the earlier wave of anger and fear rolling away.

‘It makes sense,’ she said. ‘I need to see that book. What’s it called? Would Andy’s bibliophile friend in Ubud have it?’

‘I’ll check for you or I’ll lend you my copy when I’m done. The professor’s name is Tim Lindsey, and the book is called The Romance of K’tut Tantri and Indonesia.’

Grace looked up when she heard Daisy’s giggles. Running to them, Daisy called out, ‘The monkey took Daddy’s sunglasses!’

‘Oh, dear. Expensive ones too, I suppose,’ said Grace, looking at Lawrence striding towards them.

‘Hang on to everything, Daisy, the monkeys are very naughty. Keep away from the ones up here,’ said Steve.

‘I will. But when’s the dance?’ she asked, looking crestfallen. ‘I’ve been waiting and waiting.’

‘C’mon, Daisy, let’s go and find our seats.’ Ignoring the adults, Lawrence handed Grace her ticket, then took Daisy’s hand and began to pull her away to follow the stream of visitors.

‘You’ll need to shoot some of this,’ Grace said to Steve, ‘the fire in the middle and the men in the circle starting the clapping and drumming. Once the sun goes completely we’ll be done,’ she added. ‘Where’s my mum, I wonder?’ She tapped a message into her phone.

Tina replied straight away. I ran into Andy. He’s going to drop me at the restaurant. See you there. Watch Daisy with those monkeys!

Leaving Steve to get some more footage, Grace followed Lawrence and sat on the other side of Daisy, who was watching the large circle of young men in poleng sarongs, the symbolic black-and-white checked cloth representing shadow and light, with red sashes and bandanas. Their bronzed torsos gleamed in the lights as they formed a circle.

‘Aren’t you directing proceedings?’ asked Lawrence. ‘I thought you were in charge.’

‘Steve and the crew know what to do,’ Grace answered.

They sat in silence.

‘Well, this is a nice family outing, isn’t it?’ said Lawrence after a while.

Grace didn’t answer.

‘Where are the dancing monkey people?’ asked Daisy.