Such is Madame Helena’s advice, and she should know, hailing from the Land of Miracles. According to the slim yellow flyers taped to lampposts, mailboxes and phone booths, strewn like ginkgo leaves along sidewalks, one short visit is all it takes to HELP THOSE WHO’VE BEEN DOUBLE-CROSSED, HAVE FAINTING SPELLS, CAN’T HOLD ON TO MONEY, WANT LUCK, WANT THEIR LOVED ONES BACK, WANT TO STOP NATURE PROBLEMS or WANT TO GET RID OF STRANGE SICKNESS and/or WISH TO GAIN FINANCIAL AID, PEACE, LOVE and PROSPERITY. The rest, presumably, are left to their own devices. “Don’t worry, babe. Things will break for us. And soon.” So saying and using a small magnet Dwaine fixes one of Madame Helena’s yellow flyers to the door of our refrigerator, which, save for a dozen triple-A flash unit batteries, a jar of B-12 vitamins, a bottle of extra-strength parasiticide, an ice water-filled quart grapefruit juice bottle with a half lemon floating jellyfish-like inside, three plastic tubes of duck sauce, a jar of Mrs.
