'Who is . . . ?'
'Mama Dede, voodoo queen of all New Orleans now.'
'What is Mama Dede going to do?'
'Get your sister to stop hurting you. Drive Papa La Bas out of her heart. Make her be good. You want that?'
'Yes, Nina. I want that,' I said.
'Then swear to keep the secret. Swear.'
'I swear, Nina.'
'Good. Come,' she said, and started us down the walk again. I was just angry enough to go anywhere and do anything she wanted.
We took the streetcar and then got off and took a bus to a rundown section of the city in which I had never been, nor even seen. The buildings looked no better than shacks. Black children, most too young to go to school, played on the scarred and bald front yards. Broken-down cars and some that looked like they were about to break down were parked along the streets. The sidewalks were dirty, the gutters full of cans, bottles, and paper. Here and there a lone sycamore or magnolia tree struggled to battle the abused surroundings. To me this looked like a place where the sun itself hated to shine. No matter how bright the day, everything still looked tarnished, rusted, faded.
Nina hurried us along the sidewalk until we reached a shack house no better or no worse than any of the others. The windows all had dark shades drawn and the sidewalk, steps, and even the front door were chipped and cracked. Above the front door hung a string of bones and feathers.
'The queen lives here?' I asked, astounded. I had been expecting another mansion.
'She sure do,' Nina said. We went down the narrow walk to the front door and Nina turned the bell key. After a moment a very old black woman, toothless, her hair so thin, I could see the shape and color of her scalp, opened the door and peered out. She wore what looked like a potato sack to me. Stooped, her shoulders turned in sharply, she lifted her tired eyes to gaze at Nina and me. I didn't think she was any more than four feet tall. She wore a pair of men's sneakers, stained, without laces, and no socks.
'Must see Mama Dede,' Nina said. The old lady nodded and stepped back so we could enter the small house. The walls were cracked and peeling. The floor looked like it had once been covered with carpet that had just recently been ripped up. Here and there pieces of it remained glued or tacked to the slats. The aroma of something very sweet flowed from the rear of the house. The old lady gestured toward a room on the left and Nina took my hand and we entered.
A half-dozen large candles provided the light. The room looked like a store. It was that full of charms and bones, dolls, and bunches of feathers, hair, and snakeskins. One wall was covered with shelves and shelves of jars of powders. And there were cartons of different color candles on the floor along the far wall.
In the midst of all this clutter were a small settee and two torn easy chairs, the springs popped out of the bottom of one. Between the chairs and the settee was a wooden box. Gold and silver shapes had been etched around it.
'Sit,' the old lady commanded. Nina nodded at the easy chair on our left and I went to it. She went to the other.
'Nina . . .' I began.
'Shh,' she said and closed her eyes. 'Just wait.' A moment later, from somewhere else in the house, I heard the sound of a drum. It was a low, steady beat. I couldn't help but become nervous and afraid. Why had I allowed myself to be brought here?
Suddenly, the blanket that hung in the doorway in front of us parted and a much younger looking black woman appeared. She had long, silky black hair gathered in thick ropelike strands around her head, over which she wore a red tignon with seven knots whose points all stuck straight up. She was tall and wore a black robe that flowed all the way down to her bare feet. I thought she had a pretty face, lean with high cheekbones and a nicely shaped mouth, but when she turned to me, I shuddered. Her eyes were as gray as granite.
She was blind.
'Mama Dede, I come for big help,' Nina said. Mama Dede nodded and entered the room, moving as if she weren't blind, swiftly and gracefully sitting herself on the settee. She folded her hands in her lap and waited, those seemingly dead eyes turning toward me. I didn't move; hardly breathed.
'Speak of it, sister,' she said.
'This little girl here, she's got a twin sister, jealous and cruel, who does bad things to her causing much pain and grief.'
'Give me your hand,' Mama Dede said to me, and held hers out. I looked at Nina who nodded. Slowly, I put mine into Mama Dede's. She closed her fingers firmly over mine. They felt hot.
'Your sister,' Mama Dede said to me. 'You don't know her long and she don't know you long?'
'Yes, that's right,' I said amazed.
'And your mother, she can't help you none?'
'No.'
'She be dead and gone to the other side,' she said, nodding and then she released my hand and turned to Nina.
'Papa La Bas, he eating on her sister's heart,' Nina said. 'Making her hateful, somethin' terrible. Now we got to protect this baby, Mama. She believes. Her Grandmere was a Traiteur lady in the bayou.'
Mama Dede nodded softly and then held out her hand again, this time—palm up. Nina dug into her pocket and pulled out a silver dollar. She put it in Mama Dede's hand. Mama Dede closed her palm and then turned to the doorway where the old lady stood watching. She came forward and took the silver coin and dropped it in a pocket in
