“Why you singing that, girl? I told you not to waste your Talent on them silly songs!” Looking innocent, Shanique pointed at me. I just shrugged. “She’s helping me out with a little problem tonight.” I threw the loop of the mooring rope over the tree stump and stepped out of the boat with the gear bag. “We got the sap; you want it?” The old witch ignored the bag and frowned up at me. “ ‘A little problem’ my bony posterior! Bend down here so I can take a look at your eye, girl. Your flesh one.” I did as she asked, and she took off her spectacles and peered into my eye, holding up her kerosene lantern for a better look. What was this, an optometry exam? Shanique hopped out of the boat and peered at my face. “Ooh, your eye’s gotten all purple! It looks like a grape!” “Well, now, when was you gonna tell me you’re bein’ diabolically possessed?”
