It was a doll, a rag of stuffed cloth dressed in a caricature of a wedding gown and veil, and impaled through the body by a long, sharp splinter of wood.
We have voodoo, a scarred hero, a heroine with a broken rib, and have arrived at the plantation at the edge of the woods and bayou.
These people who have been given into our care, the slaves, have ancient ways we cannot understand.
Also have an auntie who must be vying for an I.C.E. PR position and,
“Yes, I understand, mam’zelle. You must bow to the wishes of the man you marry, it is expected.
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