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4. Mountains of Love
MaryCatherine sat looking out the window. Tab- by was curled up on her lap, purring contentedly. Through the branches of the trees lining the hotel’s courtyard below the third-floor apartment she shared with her dad, she could see cars and bicycles moving along. It was the usual evening traffic for city dwellers. Another uneventful day was ending in Kathmandu, a huge metropolis in the heart of Nepal.