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Stooping under the low ceiling, Chen moved through the house and located two further rooms. In the second, a boy was sitting cross-legged on the floor. As Chen stepped into the room, the boy’s startled brown eyes followed his every movement. He was wiry and dirty, his face streaked with mud. Despite his age there was a certain calmness to the way he stared, as if in the battle between confusion and fear, he had not yet managed to decide between the two. He remained seated, his chin tilted upwards as he took in the entirety of the huge man looming over him.
But somehow the words stuck in his throat. That mention of Everest had cut deep and over the time spent travelling back, fermented into bitterness. He just could not shrug it off. Hoisting his rucksack off the grimy concrete floor, Luca walked towards the gaudy lighting of a café populated by commuters drinking lattes and leafing through the morning papers. Scraping back one of the metal chairs, he ordered a double espresso from the waitress, his eyes wandering idly across the ant-like hordes thronging the platforms, and fixing upon the triangular glass ceiling of the old Victorian train station.
But colour had appeared in blotches on his cheeks and when he spoke his voice was barely more than a whisper. ‘Don’t ever say that again. ’ After a pause Bill shrugged and went to trudge past him, but this time Luca remained where he stood, barring the way. ‘I’m serious, Bill. Don’t ever say that again. ’ ‘Then how could you even think about leaving me up there? ’ ‘Learn my lesson? Jesus Christ, Bill! Did you ever stop to consider that maybe I wasn’t thinking straight up there either? Altitude hits everyone a different way.