29Mom talked about the Himalaya all the way to the airport. Lama was in the front seat and Dawa was in back with me. They were going to Arizona where a plastic surgeon was going to fix the baby’s eye for free.
“I see you next month, in the mountains,” smiled Lama. “We go for long walk! Very good for you and Liv, to see how these people survive.”
“When you see ME next time,” Mom said. “Liv can’t come.”
“Of course I can,” I said. “You mean you won’t let me. I can, I’m able to. And I’m going to talk you into it. Skye wants to go too. It would be good for us. Right, Lama?”
“I don’t want to talk about this right now,” said Mom, quite firmly.
We pulled up at the airport and heard the loudspeakers. “The white zone is for passenger loading and unloading only.”
Lama got out of the car and I w
