The morning Bibi arrived in Bali, the hibiscus flowers were so bright they looked like they were holding their breath. Her parents were busy unpacking heavy suitcases, but Bibi was looking for the Secret Laughter of the Island that her grandfather had promised was hidden in the green. She tucked a fallen frangipani behind her ear, its waxen petals smelling like lemons and dreams. "I am going to find it," she whispered to a gecko on the wall, "and then everyone will stop being so tired."