"What did I see?" I don't know why I just turned and asked that. "It's like… I was there. And I know I was there. But, I didn't know… I didn't know…" I'm about to cry.
I didn't know Keegan was dead. Lady Dazz has been dead? "It possible they walked but they wasn't there together. Just like Hadi's crippled ass. Ironically enough…"
"Hadi is my mother, right?"
"Yes…" she furrowed. "Do you hate her?" I can almost understand at this point. "Your mother is a crackhead. So, not all vampires died because of a drug overdose but it's symbolic to fact I'm angry, and I'm in pain."
"What ails you?"
"I saw the KKK hang my kid. Nothing new."
I can't say nothing to that. "We got you out and about now. What else do we need to work on?" she cups her chin, "Witchhood."
"What about my mama?"
"I told her deranged ass to give you up and Yawa already knew the damn deal but nooo." she huffs. "Imma put a dog inside dead people. Kill my husband, put a dog in his ass. We hate Hadi."
"Well, damn…"
"Stupid fucking wannabe muslim, I want you to know she was in a christian choir."
"What?"
"Growden had a church…" she rolls her eyes. "What we didn't know was that the old church in the hood was abandoned by the same white asshole. Aleigha went and his whole family. The hood made a church out of it. Guess what that cracker said?" she smirks.
"What?"
"Rent." she smiles. "I hate white folk. One thing led to a motherfuckin' other."
"What was the church name?"
"OUR!" she shouted. "Let me say it loud, OUR; church was Little Bohemia. After Aleigha's fucking daughter."
What do I say? That's shocking, I guess I didn't pay enough attention in school. "I didn't know her real name was Bohemia."
"Do you know what it means to have a prophet in the hood? Do you? I mean, kids getting caught in drive bys at some point became tradition. Like we expected that shit to happen. I thought I would lose my son to a gang, be on drugs, anything but kidnapped and fucking murdered. We was blessed as shit!"
I just stared at her. I don't know If I could call Daisy, Sister Sin, a strong woman. It's natural to tear up. "Come on, let's get this witch shit over with."
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"So now, let's get on with this witch training. Being a witch is pretty simple." she explains. "Do you like flowers?"
"Yeah… I guess." I used be real lover of sunflowers but I guessed I started thinking that it was cliche to like sunflowers, supposedly everybody like sunflowers. So I said I liked lilies. "What's your favorite flower?"
"I dunno, Sunflowers?"
"Sunflowers?" she mused. "Ok. What's your favorite color?"
"Uh…" I literally own or I did own, a polka dot skirt.I probably wore it when I was little. I could probably put around my ankle. "I like dots."
"specifically?"
"I like blueberries."
"No, child, your favorite color."
"Uh… brown?"
"Dookie brown?"
"Cinnamon?" I'm disgusted. "Ok… favorite animal?"
"Bears."
"Ok…" she looks at me sternly. What the fuck…
"What do you fear?" I don't know. Confusion, no I know I can slove it. I'm scared of roaches, but that's common--just like fucking sunflowers. "What am I scared of?"
I could say people… "Being lost?" I'm not even sure in my answer. "Being lost? So, let's put more emphasis on it. If you were in a car. And you were going to the store but you forgot how to get the store and get up near a car wash in a different parish. Are you lost and afraid?"
"Yes?"
"Girl, do you know yourself?"
"Yes."
"Say it with confidence!"
"I'm lost and scared."
"Why?"
"Because I don't know, damn. I'm scared of the dark, I hate flashing lights, I hate roaches because they come out of no where so the question begs that roaches just broke into somebody house so I don't know where I got them because my house is clean!"
She stares at me, "Damn, you got issues."
"Why all these questions?"
"I'm trying to get to know your spirit. Why did you do steroids?"
"I…" I push my hair back. "I remember some things."
"What do you remember?"
My chest gets tight. "I remember I was molested." my voices gets small. "Now… I can answer this one. It's an indian."
"What?"
"It doesn't sound right but this indian is actually a serial pedophile. But the question is where did it start?"
"I remember being on a cold floor and…" I blow out air. "I heard a breath…"
"Ok…" she waves her hand for me to calm down. "It's an Indian…" she tells me. "I don't know his name."
"But how did he get to me?" I stroke my chest. Come on breathe…
"He got Torielle first. Tori has nothing to do with you."
"Ok…" I breathe. "This Indian got deported from India."
"Ok…"
"This Indian travelled to Canada and changed his name. He uses name generators. He left Canada and started fucking with gangs." she explains to me. "He is dead."
"How did he die?"
"Fucking with King Cottonmouth. He grabbed his daughter, Thankful. Jose beat him, he cut out his intestines, he did not eat him fully."
"Why?"
"He just wanted some eyes. Which brings me to another conclusion. He took an eye from Tori, he took an eye from Thankful. Thankful couldn't take it and killed herself. She has sisters that aren't her sisters. Jose… lost his daughter and kept that nigga's soul. Dia de los Muertos."
"What did he do?"
"Jose is a different nigga Mexican… both crazy."
"But… what am I trying to ask?"
"Thankful is dead, but not dead-dead." says Sister Sin. "Well, like any regular ass day gone wrong." she shrugs. "There goes the fucking neighborhood."
"So what the indian caused it?"
"He did have a hand in it. He doesn't like black people, started a bunch of shit for nothing and your grandpa is Arab? So we have extra crazy. Allah be damned…"
"But what did he do?"
She looks at me and walks out the dojo. "We gotta dig further for it. Come on."