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“God, no,” said Henry. “I think the two of you could walk it in the dark after hearing what you survived on Broad Peak last year.”

Leaning forward on his elbows, Keith tried to drive the conversation, Geri sensed, but Chris’s interest in the topic of their upcoming climb was equally relentless. Listening to every word, Chris said little, but when she did, her words were thoughtful. As the evening progressed, she peppered Henry with questions about the Tibetan culture, the people, and his attitude toward mountaineering. Geri could tell that at forty-seven, Keith had more climbing experience, but Chris’s youth and physicality were a major asset. What she lacked in years, she made up for with enthusiasm and a hunger to grow.

The conversation continued, drinks were served, and a bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin appeared, complete with a likeness of Queen Victoria on the front. Chris looked at the bottle, beaming as she took a sip of her Pabst Blue Ribbon. Keith smiled faintly but seemed intent on returning the conversation to Tibet. Dinner ended, and as the group moved for the door, Henry announced he was entirely without a place to stay for the night.