Rosalia has rented a small apartment in town. She doesn't want her family to know her whereabouts for now. She knows that they will send her away to a convent, God knows where. That would interfere with her plans. So She has decided to lay low for a couple of months hoping that will give her parents enough time to calm down.
She's standing on the balcony looking at the people shopping a the market. "Lincoln Moore is the man for me. How can I ween him from Modesty's ass? What am I talking about? Her ass will be dead soon. Elexandros isn't going to let her get away with killing Santo. He might f**k her before he kills her. But she is a dead woman."
She walks inside looking in her purse. "Damn I thought that I had more cash on me than this. What the hell will ten dollars buy?" Rosalia i
