ON THE TIBET floor, Will led Case along a hallway lined with towering Buddhist statuary. Some were originals from his parents’ expeditions, others reproductions. He couldn’t tell which. He hadn’t visited this floor for a while.
They passed a massive Buddha, twice his height. It sat cross-legged, eyes closed, hands in the position Yeshe had adopted last night. “The temple should be down the next hall…I think.”
Case gawked at the statues and artwork. “This is like a museum. Like that Egypt floor.”
“Aw, that’s sweet. You’re sentimental.”
“What?”
“The Egypt floor. You haven’t forgotten how we met.”
“Trying to,” she muttered.
“I’m glad our first moments made such an impression.”
“Dream on, lover boy.”
Dream on. What he did best.
They turned left at the next hallway. Case stopped, star
