CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE

PARTY IN PARADISE

"Mother, grandma, I'm free!" It was Priscilla's greeting, and it seemed abnormal that a person could produce tears so quickly. Priscilla's eyes filled up rapidly and leaked out just as quickly, as she looked solely at her mother and grandmother.

Vanda fell to her knees on the grass, and Linda kept repeating, "No, no, no..."

Priscilla approached them and embraced both her mother and her grandmother. Her mother clung to her knees, howling like an animal, while Linda held onto her granddaughter, continuing to repeat the mantra, "No, no, no..."

Over ten minutes passed with the three generations of women embracing. They kissed each other on the cheeks, on the forehead, on the neck, and Linda now changed her vocabulary and replaced it with, "My little girl, my child, my baby."

The friends said nothing; only Paco didn't cry. Absolutely everyone else cried while observing the women embracing.

Priscilla was forty-two years old and resembled her mother greatly. Her hair was sh