When I look at it and Istill think of the old lady. I got married and had a daughter and thenshe started to see Vlad. At first we liked him until that...Christmas andhe danced with me. He noticed the mark on my wrist and called me devil'sspawn and lots of nasty names. My husband smacked him one and told himto keep away from us. Several days later he attacked our daughter andthen fled the country."Lucinda held her wrist out. "Want to compare. I do not know Matilda, butI can see anger rising in. Who is this other girl anyway?”“You won’t be disappointed, Goyse. She’s eighteen and a good looker. She’s a bit shy but once she gets to know you it’ll be okay. Her name is Roslyn. We call her Roz.”“Alright, what time?”“Bring your car and meet us at eight o’clock. We will be parked at the rear on the southern side. I’ll put out a sign to keep the spot beside us. I’ll tell Roz that you are coming. I mentioned you a couple of weeks ago and she told me that she wanted to meet you. She said she had. She feels she has to be with her mother which I think is a mistake, but there it is. It is her mother after all. Anyway, who were you thinking of?" Eh, I, well, actually, I have asked Layla if she and the kids would like to come over and..." He trailed off. "Perhaps you would like to adjust your Christmas gift list?"This sounded interesting. "Well, I already have a gift for Denise, but I'll happily get something for Bobby and Layla too." Good," Dad said. "Good. Do that."Dad went to work and I. I dried her hair with towel, combed her hair. She wore a pointed bra, asked me to fasten the hooks, and then blouse. Sitting in front of dressing table, in petticoat and blouse, she applied satin glow cream and powder to her face and neck, kajal to her eyes, and sindoor (gundrati tilakam bottu) on her forehead. She wore a thin cream colored chiffon saree with pink border, three inches below her deep fat navel. Mother arranged her hair into a braid – leaving it loose up to hem of low and wide.