Chapter 16
The Third Eye
BODEE THOUGHT OF Juba’s session with the man who needed advice about his wife. I wonder if she is going to be for real with me. She was seated at the small table in the center of the room and her guttural moan became audible as he approached. “Hmmm . . . hmmmm.”
Bodee thought, Damn, what she plannin’ to do with me? Don’t understand how this moaning will help.
“Sit across from me, and give me your hands.”
Bodee eased into his seat and extended his hands to his grandmother, who laced her fingers into his, lowered her head, and began alternating between a whine, a whimper, and a wail—when it stopped, the silence was deafening. He squirmed while she stared. Finally, she released his hands and reached for a glass of water. “My daddy’s gift was like yours—he didn’t
