That night, Sarah lay in bed peering up into the inky blackness as she thought about all that had happened so far on this trek. And as she did so, the memory of Sangye’s interpretation of Ahab’s anger came back. She mulled over Frank’s erratic behavior toward her, wondering if she was seeing things that weren’t there. Maybe it wasn’t anger he was hiding behind that smile. Maybe it was uncertainty. He lived alone, or so she had heard. No girlfriend as far as she knew. Could it be he was afraid to get close to her? It wouldn’t be the first time that had happened with men in her life, which for the life of her she couldn’t understand. She wasn’t a b***h. She just knew what she wanted and went after it. As for Frank, she had no intention of going after him, or did she? It had certainly felt ni
