Suzie began to walk at a slow pace to the other edge of the corridor. Her uncle shadowed her. She reached the two last doors, sighed, and decided to open the left one.
She inserted her key in the lock and turned but it was not the correct one. She understood she had the right door's key in her hand.
Uncle Bibi glared at her and asked her: "So what do you want to do darling? I give you the key in my hand or you open the right door instead?"
Suzie yelled: "This is so much stress." Then with a mild tone of voice, she appealed to the ancestors: "Help me Dibiyê, god of wisdom and I promised to name my first son after you."
A bright light descended from the ceiling, moved around her body then evaporated.
"Give me your key, uncle Bibi." She said.
"Are you sure, darling?" Uncle Bibi asked her but she did not reply. She simply stared at him, then extended her right arm and showed the palm of her hand.
