“Feed what?”
“Your gris-gris.” Gree-gree she was saying, and I remembered the phrase from before. Seven had told me about these. Good luck charms, or bad luck …depending. “It’s awake now, it’s alive.” She held her work up by its cords and tapped it, let it swing. I felt hypnotized as she glided toward me. I might have been hypnotized the whole time. “Keep this with you. Do not open it, and don’t let anyone see it. It will lose its power if you do.” She slipped it into my palm and I wrapped my fingers around it.
“What is this?”
“Un paquet, ma chérie.”
I did not know what to say.
“It’s a mojo hand,” she said. “It’s gonna keep that spirit off you—the one you set free. It might even bring you a little luck, and love. A woman needs love.” She gave it to me like a present and she was b
