16Once again, I waited for Mom to fall asleep. I planned to sneak out to Lama’s tent to see if he had been given the journal. Mom had to know that I would search her pack.
Mom was engrossed in some big heavy book.
“Aren’t you tired,” I asked. “Let’s turn off the lantern.”
“Just give me a few, okay? Write or something.”
I wanted to write to Javi. Lama said you could mail letters from some of the villages, but I just couldn’t imagine how long they would take to get down the mountain and all the way to the States. But I wanted to say how I felt. Knowing Javi, he would probably hear my words in his dreams.
So I wrote, with gloves on, no less.
Dear Javi,
You cannot imagine how treacherous this has turned out to be! I will come back with stories you just won’t believe. But we still have a
