Julia
“Are you sure about this?”
Helen flashes me a reassuring smile. “This isn’t the first time I’ve gone to see Mama Janvier,” she says.
It’s not lost on me that my neighbor looks like the last person who’d put any stock into the craft of a Voodoo priestess, but who am I to judge? Helen had promised her friend would know what to do, and it’s not like I have any other options.
I peer out the passenger side window of the car as Helen pulls into the driveway of an old stately home. We’re in the suburbs of New Orleans, a part I’ve never been before. The houses here are larger and look like they had probably been grand once, but years of harsh weather and lack of upkeep have caught up with many of the buildings.
I think about my new house on the edge of the swamp and shudder. Is this wha
