"The Guizol woman remained a viper in our nest. She raised her son in her own way," he said, his voice not changing at all, watching me. "She traveled and stayed away from the valley to raise the last Camayargues heir to be what you have seen him to be. He is Rosalita."
I couldn't help reacting to the horror I felt inside me. Rosalita was the heir, the last of Don Paquino's line? I tried to speak but couldn't. I was numb, paralyzed. I could feel nothing. She cannot make babies with a man, Mazzon had said, as if Rosalita was a barren female. I watched in horror as Masson's hand close on the butt of the revolver.
"Rosalita is the true grandson of Don Paquino," said Mazzon, his voice chilling me inside. "Rosalita was raised and treated by the best doctors and psychologists the Guizol woman could find with Camayargues money, to our shame, to be a firl. He thinks he is a girl. His body is shaped like a girl's body. Hes mother made sure he loved all the boys she invited to Rosalita's famous kissing parties when he was ten to fourteen and developing into the girl you see today."