Savannah Heat
“She was as black as Quako, her smile just as warm. Silver had been walking around the notion for the past half hour, but the presence of the girl, who said her name was Marnie, filled in the missing gap in the plan.
“Marnie.” Silver cautiously asked, “is it possible you might know where to find a woman who makes … potions?”
Marnie hung Silver’s yellow muslin dress in the carved mahogany armoire and turned to look at her, a wary expression on her face. “I not understand.”
“I need to find a voodo...o mama.” She wished she could remember what Delia had called the slave woman who dabbled in black magic back home. “Can you help me?”
“No voodoo Barbados. Haiti have voodoo.”
“I need to buy something, Marnie. I promise I won’t tell anyone it was you who helped me get it.”
“No voodoo,” Marnie said, vigorously shaking her head.
Silver glanced at the crystal vial of perfume she had brought from Katonga. Where there were Africans, there was voodoo. “You like this?”MoreLess
“Marnie.” Silver cautiously asked, “is it possible you might know where to find a woman who makes … potions?”
Marnie hung Silver’s yellow muslin dress in the carved mahogany armoire and turned to look at her, a wary expression on her face. “I not understand.”
“I need to find a voodo...o mama.” She wished she could remember what Delia had called the slave woman who dabbled in black magic back home. “Can you help me?”
“No voodoo Barbados. Haiti have voodoo.”
“I need to buy something, Marnie. I promise I won’t tell anyone it was you who helped me get it.”
“No voodoo,” Marnie said, vigorously shaking her head.
Silver glanced at the crystal vial of perfume she had brought from Katonga. Where there were Africans, there was voodoo. “You like this?”MoreLess
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