That was the moment the mother appeared from their bedroom. I turned my head to make sure Erin was still near me; her mother was almost a copy of her daughter: The same height, same body habitus, same hairstyle, and except for a few wrinkles near her eyes, I wasn't convinced I could differentiate them.

The mother came in my direction and giggled, "You are not the first one to see the similarity between Erin and me. I am Donna. Pleased to meet you, Robi."

After having fun with Ben, I was in a funny mood and said, "Donna, you are beautiful. Actually, much prettier than your daughter. Can we...