Play Dead
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"Then I caught her with a body she dug up from Laurel Grove Cemetery. She dragged it through the tunnel and brought it home like a dog would a bone.
That's when I'd had enough. I couldn't take no more. I told her she had to leave. I didn't just kick her out with nothing. I gave her money. Enough to last a long time, but she musta spent it in a whirl."
"How did you fake her death?"
"People don't ask me a lot of questions. An old coroner from St. Helena Island signed the death certificate in trade for two fifths of whiskey and a bring-me-wealth spell. And I already had a body to put in a sealed coffin."
"The one Marie dug up."
"Always felt bad about that. But he was a John Doe from a potter's field. Still, it's not right for him to be buried under Marie Luna's headstone. And now I need a place to put her...."
"I can help get him moved."
"First I wasn't sure I wanted her next to Delilah, but I sent Marie away once. Can't do that again.... And it was my fault. I cursed your mother when she was pregnant with you. She musta held up a mirror, cause it came right back on me...."
Elise had subconsciously believed in the power of the root even during the years she'd turned her back on such things. But Strata Luna's statement was a little hard to swallow. If she believed her own curse had come back on her, could the strength of that belief have caused her to give birth to an evil child? Was it possible?
Now, days later, Elise was still puzzling over the question.
"Did I tell you they found Gary Turello?" David asked.
Elise looked up to see him extending his hand. She took it, his grasp firm as he helped her from the chair. "He was in one of the tunnels, tucked into a cozy mattress."
"Turello and about a million cockroaches," she said.
"And the footprints in the cemetery where Jordan Kemp was found," David said, "matched the boots Marie Luna was wearing."
They were going for a short walk. Elise needed to get out of the house. See the neighborhood. "What's your theory on Harrison?"
"Victim of circumstance. Probably unknowingly came into contact with TTX when he was in the tunnel. Maybe got it on his clothes. Later that night, when he changed for bed, he inhaled the substance or absorbed it transdermally."
Elise nodded. "I wouldn't be at all surprised if Marie Luna didn't deliberately leave dustings of TTX near her lair."
"In the way of King Tut's tomb?"
"Seems highly likely."
The French doors were open, and they could hear music coming from Audrey's room. She'd insisted upon staying for the next two weeks so she could keep an eye out and help with the cooking and cleaning. Elise didn't think it was necessary to mention that she didn't cook and rarely cleaned. It was just nice having Audrey there.
While they waited downstairs for Audrey, David put on his running shoes and toured the front of the house, hands in his pockets, pausing in the foyer to admire the horrendous seventies wallpaper. It was shiny, with streaks of silver and pink.
The music above them stopped. A moment later, Audrey came bouncing down the stairs. "These are the coolest glasses."
She was wearing the blue conjurer shades Strata Luna had given Elise.
"I can get a steamer and help you strip this paper," David said. 'There's also a product called Strip-Ease that works like a charm."
Audrey adjusted the blue-lensed glasses.
They looked cute. Very retro.
"I can help too," Audrey said. "And paint. I love to paint." She touched the flower in Elise's hair. "Nice."
Elise had finally told her everything about Jackson Sweet and Loralie. She'd taken it well. In fact, she'd been fascinated and intrigued. But Elise was holding back telling her that Marie Luna was Elise's half sister. Audrey was young and had enough to absorb right now.
"I'm thinking maybe a traditional color," David said, still contemplating the wall. "Say, taupe?"
Mother and daughter gave him a look of horror.
He shrugged, unconcerned. "Just an idea."
"Moss green," from Elise.
"Purple," from Audrey.
"Where are we going?" David asked. "I forgot."
"For a walk," mother and daughter answered in unison.
Outside, Elise waved to her neighbor, Mrs. Bell, who was sitting on the porch.
The temperature was seventy-two degrees Fahrenheit, with high humidity that wrapped around them like a blanket. The tabby shell sidewalk was wide, allowing them to walk three abreast.
Two years earlier, Elise had taken Mrs. Bell in for cataract surgery. Afterward, when the older woman stepped outside, she said, "Oh, the colors! The colors!" as if she'd never seen the world before.
Elise felt like that.
The grass was so vivid; the magnolia leaves were such a deep, dark green. The sky, with the setting sun, was so many beautiful shades of pink and orange. And the smells!
The odor of the pulp mill seemed to have taken a detour around the Historic District, leaving room for a true appreciation of the azaleas, the grapelike clusters of crape myrtle, and the fragrant honeysuckle.
A few blocks into their stroll, they passed a group of girls jumping rope, the slap of shoes against cement pounding out a rhythm.
Elise and Audrey paused to wait for David as he picked another magnolia blossom—this one for Audrey's hair. While they stood under the fragrant branches, a chant came drifting in their direction:
A nod to the grim reaper
Kiss on shrouded bed
Faint whisper through marble lips
Only playing dead.
Elise’s Follow-Me_Boy Mojo
> Queen Elizabeth root (leave whole)
> Rosebuds
> Lavender
> Lodestone
> Spikenard
> Name paper: Write the subject’s name seven times in black ink. Rotate one quarter turn, write subject’s name seven times in red.
> One hair from subject’s head
Put all above in red flannel bag. Dress the bag in Follow-Me-Boy oil, and carry it close to your heart.