Five minutes later, Sarah stood looking down at the lama who was siting lotus-style on a wooden bench. The lama broke into a wide smile. “So, this is the Sarah you have been telling me about,” Tashi said. He looked back at her as if he was meeting her for the first time.
“Yes, Master,” Frank said, standing beside them.
Sarah studied the old, mottled face of the lama. It was in direct contrast with the bright, insightful eyes. Why do I feel I’ve just been brought home to meet dear old Dad? she thought. “Very nice to meet you . . . umm?”
“Call me Tashi,” the old lama said. “This Master and His Holiness stuff get a bit stuffy, don’t you think?” he said, looking up at Frank and shooting him a pointed stare. He turned his attention back to her. “I hear you are an educator. Very noble profess
