It was about a week later when Ioan came home from work that night and found the black voodoo doll tied to the doorknob of his cottage. He was experiencing a different kind of tiredness these days, more from mental fatigue than the bone-weariness he had endured for that long month at the mine. His new office job was somewhat more to his liking but he pined for the thrill of the sale, making the deals as he did back in Boston and Belfast. It grew tedious at times but the twenty-five dollar-a-week pay was well worth it. He was able to avoid digging into his stake money for expenditures, depositing the remainder in a local bank for the time being.
The black doll was as a boulder crashing into his bowels. He could only wonder if whoever the sender was had any weight on him that could hold up
