The ordinary pleasures of everyday New Orleans
Friday’s Voodoo Followup
I forgot to post what happened when I returned to the French Quarter Friday afternoon. It was miserable, raining. A perfect sort of day for a mysterious adventure with a Voodoo Priest.
Sure enough, John was there, and still snuffling, although from bronchitis, not mourning.
So he showed me where the new voodoo dolls were, and I picked through to find the colors we’d sold out of, waiting for whatever special thing he had prepared for me.
But he didn’t say anything, and I was trying to decide whether or not to mention it when he said, “I told you I’d do something special for you…”
And he gave me a discount.
A little practical voodoo, if you will.
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