JUST BEFORE MIDNIGHT and Yeshe’s expected arrival, Will shut down his design table. Sliding off the chair, he rubbed his face. Tired. So tired.
And hungry. Sitting on the couch, he took a bite of the grilled cheese sandwich. Cold, hard. And the fries were a soggy mess. He forced himself to eat half the sandwich, washing it down with warm milkshake. He’d just finished when Yeshe appeared in the doorway. The monk still wore the jeans and Grateful Dead t-shirt outfit. He was barefoot.
Yeshe bowed. “Are you ready for your lesson?”
“Yes. No. Not really.” The last thing he wanted was school. But what choice did he have? “What are we going to do, Yeshe? What’s your plan?”
Yeshe sat beside him. His face became grave, a jarring contrast to his normal kind smile. “Together, young master, you and
