That evening after people had eaten, Sarah snagged Frank and they found a quiet place to talk away from camp. As she poled her way over to a large flat rock and sat down, Frank thought about the conversation he’d had with Tashi just before dinner. He told the old lama he was afraid of falling in love with the woman. Tashi listened as he debated what he should and shouldn’t do. But as always, the lama left him to ponder a question. Perhaps it is not the fear of falling in love, but rather the fear of waking up and living, hmm?
“I had a long talk with Tashi yesterday,” she said, rousing him out of his musing.
He took a seat beside her and splayed his fingers over the cool, gritty surface of the rock. Looking into the fading blue sky, he leaned forward and said, “What about?”
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