But suddenly the voice of Rachel Saint cut through our singing like a machete through a peccary bone. And, abruptly, there was silence. “Waorani enani!” she shouted. “You are stoking the devil’s fire! God is watching you. Dancing naked? What is this? Where are your skirts? Grabbing each other’s most private places! Oh, how the devil is smiling at this. Stop it immediately, I tell you!”
