Sarah stepped out of the Cessna into a soaking rain and scurried to the waiting transport bus as Frank followed close behind. She found a seat inside the beat-up Fiat shuttle, and Frank parked their luggage in the seat in front of them. The flight from Lukla had been a bumpy ride even for Frank, or so he’d said. She peered out through the window at the long line of much-used single engine prop planes on the tarmac. For the last two weeks her every thought had been focused on the fundraiser. Well, she’d done all she could to make it a success, but the perfectionist in her wouldn’t rest.
Frank said, “You okay?”
She turned to him and nodded. “Just thinking.”
“It’s going to be great,” he said, reading her mind. He flashed her one of his winning smiles. “Relax.”
Right! As if she could. Then
