"Ever'body in New Orleans believes ever'thing spooky." A hairdressing salon, and interactions of womanly chat, and a little boy under the sink eating stale peanuts, and the connections between, who lives with whom, and what they are destined to become or give birth to… "Mrs. Pike!" Mrs. Fletcher could only sputter and let curling fluid […]
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