Maman screams. He pulls out a broom and sweeps it toward her. “Damn you to hell, Marie! You’ll never live without me! Never!” Refusing to let go of her hold on him, Maman Marie’s stare becomes more intense. Baby Mama cries in agony as if she senses that something is terribly wrong with her mother. The more Jean Paul squirms in pain, the more intense Maman’s green eyes glow. “I’d rather become an ancestor than remain your wife.” Her eyes tear up with water first, and then it changes to blood. It drips onto Mama’s forehead as if she’s being baptized. Jean Paul can’t take it anymore. He drops the broom and slumps over, takes his final breath and Maman’s life with it. “Maman!” I scream out in horror. It took all of her life force to kill her husband and keep her baby safe from his evil ways. She paid the ultimate sacrifice to put her husband’s reign of terror in New Orleans to an end.
