Molly stopped her car at around five o'clock in front of Rosalindas house. She was under a lot of stress and had no time except to say hello to her aunt, hug Rosalinda, and hand out Paulas toothbrush and toothpaste. She promised to pick up Paula early in the morning, then she ran back to the car. She had a green black, low-cut teal dress and smelled even from a distance, of a very strong perfume. As always she wore elaborate evening makeup. She had a new haircut, through, a short wavy Lob, which is why her fire-red hair looked even more like thousend flames. Now that Rosalinda had seen her, she noticed again how much resemblance Iris had with her daughter. The same pale skin, the summer jerks, the same smile and the same eyes, but above all the essential characteristic of all Dermonts, at least of all Dermonts that Rosalinda knew. They all had only four fingers on each hand, so they had only eight fingers in total. Robert also had only eight fingers and his brother and Sofia and Iris cousins and their children all had that genetic trait. No, Molly couldn't bee Domeniques daughter. It had been wrong of Rosalinda to belive in it so long only for being able to blame Iris in all her un luck and sufferings. It was Rosalindas fault. Rosalindas...