Those who have never lived in the valley of a mountain can never appreciate the beauty and the awe it inspires. Imagine having a snow-capped giant, be...utiful and potentially deadly rising above the landscape, visible for leagues and leagues. They don’t look as big in the distance, but as you get closer you realize just how enormous they are. I lived below Mt. Kilien, the largest mountain in all of Maharia as a boy. I still miss it.’ His tone turned wistful, and Clara had the strangest urge to. I wish they would go for another shopping trip into the city or something, but no luck.One day I woke up and came out of my bedroom to find mom, dad, and uncle Steve bustling around the house. Mom was cleaning, dad was stocking the bar with booze, mix, and ice, and uncle Steve was on the phone. “Morning hun.” Mom said, as she came over and kissed my forehead.“Morning! What’s going on?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. “Oh, uncle Steve is planning a get together here tonight. He’s on the phone inviting. Beneath those feeble clothes, she had a lithe, slender, sexy physique of a mature woman. Let there be no doubt; she liked him more than he realized and if she could bear it once again, she would love to enjoy his awesome masculinity. She knew Jack for years as the good friend of his son Nick but had discovered his masculinity only last night. She had watched him grow and develop into being a virile, hot and handsome guy. He had all the goods, any adult male had and Rhonda did adore him much. Frenchie, in her own logical manner, was able to equate the constant suggestion of her non-existent political deviancy as an attack on her absent mother, her unknown father, and her questionable right to existence.Understandably, V.C Frenchie became what everyone thought her be all along – A Vietnamese Communist sympathizer.It was no more an unusual circumstance than to be expected in the storm of confusion that was Indochina in the 1960s.Ice was Frenchie's livelihood.The Americans never asked.