Mistress of the Double-Cross Up on a snow covered hill stood a green Acara, silhouette fading into the night
sky. Her cold blue eyes did not reflect the light of the moon...
Kacheek Tales: Volunteering - Part Two "Did Mrs. Williams leave you a list?" Nodding,
I handed it to him and watched his eyes dart back and forth, reading it. "Did
you complete number 9?" he asked seriously.