One morning, after treating Margie to a session of the smoking tree bark and breathing her love and affection into her “little white niece”, the priestess led Margie out into the compound. Three of the village men were standing there waiting for her. One of them was the tall, strong, scar faced man who had led the team of natives who had first brought Margie to her new home. The priestess had bound Margie’s hands in front of her by the rope that she had come with and handed its end to the leader. Margie had never been told any of the villager’s names. It was taboo. But she had made up her own appellations for them and she had dubbed this strong, virile man, ‘Oscar”, for lack of a better name. The man waited while the priestess placed the drug filled bladder in Margie’s happily accepting mo
