“What took you so long?” Dendup jumps in his seat, his sulked face a flush, his hands fluttering in stupefied gestures.
I halt at the doorway of the kitchen, taken aback by his abrupt outcry. The image of Sonam that has walked with me ever since we left the temple is erased in one swift swipe. Sure, dusk has fallen, but Dendup knew we would be at the temple. Karma pulls me along his resolute stride and before I know it, we’re sitting across an agitated Dendup.
“Missed us then?” Karma’s sarcastic tone reinforces his tense glance at the table full of sweet reeking cup. Chang. My eyes shoot from the scattered dishes to Dendup’s reddish blotched nose and stained cheeks. Is he drunk?
“Hmff…” Dendup grimaces and for a moment, it looks like he’s going to eat his moustache—again. “We need to t
