Unearthing the Bones
“In the chair beside him a woman was reading a magazine, a child at her feet. And in a small space beyond, hardly big enough to be a room, an ancient woman divided herbs and potions into equal measures. Her hands were thin, her fingers like twigs, brown as sugar cane, long years of practice making an alchemist of her. She never spoke – hadn’t done so for many years – just made up the potions for Mama Gala to sell in the shop below. Potions desperate women bought to make their men fall in love wi...th them. Potions to help them fall pregnant or get rid of a baby. Potions and remedies and spells for the vulnerable who believed the daytime Mama Gala, who wanted to help. Because she was old school, with tricks from the Old Country.
This was the Mama Gala who had wheedled her way into the community; the woman who had proved herself a good friend, a gentle neighbour; a woman so loved it took a while for people to begin to whisper against her and longer for the rumours to start.MoreLess
This was the Mama Gala who had wheedled her way into the community; the woman who had proved herself a good friend, a gentle neighbour; a woman so loved it took a while for people to begin to whisper against her and longer for the rumours to start.MoreLess
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