James pulls the telephone nearer for a superior look and squeezes the screen to zoom in. "No. The one Tinka had on was unique. It was difficult to see since—all things considered, I could see it was rosy."
Camelia pushes the telephone toward Martin, and her voice rises. "It must be similar executioners. Those abnormal images we saw on the divider under Tinka's window, looked like Obeah images. Goodness God—is this some kind of Obeah custom? Like a type of human penance, with youngsters?"
Martin contemplates the image and skims the article, his jaw grasping and delivering. "No, that is impractical. Obeah doesn't include anything like that."
"That is false!" Camelia leaps up. "After I saw that article I looked into Obeah, and blood penance is unquestionably a piece of it."
"Camelia, you'
