The dining room was humming with trekkers talking about the day ahead and swapping information about where they were going or where they had come from. Most were just Base Camp trekkers, hiking up to the famous camp and back. But Sarah was actually going to be living there, and her son was going to the summit.
As she took her seat at the reserved Khum Jung table, she smiled, delighting in that secret. Those who went to scale the mountain didn’t broadcast it freely, Frank had said. It was better to just blend in with folks or over-curious people might pester you all the way from Lukla to Base Camp. That was all right with Sarah. She was pestered enough at her job back home. That didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy listening to others banter back and forth, though. Just now, a young man was holdin
