WHEN SHE HEARD the priest speak from the other side of the rattan screen, she felt her heart skipping a beat or two. Then, as though to catch up, she felt it pumping a little faster, a little too hard. But as she knelt there, she remained alert. And silent. And still. So still, she felt the air conditioner drying up the beads of sweat on her forehead and cooling the slim, chain-like silver bracelet that failed to conceal a pair of healed cuts on her slender wrist.