Cajun Magic 02 - Voodoo for Two
“He stared down at the straw mat with a bright gold sunflower and the word “welcome” painted across it. He hoped Mozelle was home. His mother said she was as good as they come for town historian or gossip. If you needed to know something, hell, anything, she knew about things as far back as anyone could remember.
And he wanted to know more about Pascal Pasquale’s words from last night. What had he meant by the Littingtons taking everything? Ben had grown up in the community and hadn’t noticed the Littingtons being anything but gracious and good to the people of the parish.
Mozelle Reneau was his best bet for more information. And the little fact that she happened to be Lucie’s landlady had nothing to do with his being on her doorstep. Nothing whatsoever. Besides, he couldn’t see the garage apartment from where he stood, anyway.
The haint blue painted door swung open. “Benjamin Franklin Boyette. Why, bless my soul.”
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