Difference between revisions of "Vixienne Devereaux"
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| player = Vixienne Devereaux | | player = Vixienne Devereaux | ||
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She made her way to the swamp witch named Auntie Zee near Milledgeville with my corpse. For the first time since his death, my mother spoke to the Hoodoo woman about my father. My daddy had been dead for fifteen years but even in Georgia people still knew his name. Folks were still angry over what they'd done to him. Mother begged her to take us to a place deep in the swamp, to a place they said could cheat even death. The old ancestors' mud needed blood and my mother gladly offered up her own throat so I could live. I came back the next full moon to nothing but old Auntie Zee, my mother's pine coffin, and the memory of my own murder. | She made her way to the swamp witch named Auntie Zee near Milledgeville with my corpse. For the first time since his death, my mother spoke to the Hoodoo woman about my father. My daddy had been dead for fifteen years but even in Georgia people still knew his name. Folks were still angry over what they'd done to him. Mother begged her to take us to a place deep in the swamp, to a place they said could cheat even death. The old ancestors' mud needed blood and my mother gladly offered up her own throat so I could live. I came back the next full moon to nothing but old Auntie Zee, my mother's pine coffin, and the memory of my own murder. | ||
− | I spent the next two moons vomiting out slough mixed with the rest of my broken heart. The good in me was gone. No regrets. Goodness had been my affliction and I was finally cured. I packed a small bag and headed for Atlanta. On the way, I made a late night visit to that deacon's boy. After that I felt right as rain. | + | I spent the next two moons vomiting out slough mixed with the rest of my broken heart. The good in me was gone. No regrets. Goodness had been my affliction and I was finally cured. I packed a small bag and headed for Atlanta. On the way, I made a late night visit to that deacon's boy. After that? I felt right as rain. |