You can imagine that I didn't wait for a third eclipse. No one to make a love potion, and no good for long, anyways. I packed up the three kids in our station wagon as soon as we got home from Mardi Gras. Headed west.
Red Stick! What if my parents were named Louis and Anna?
All the way out, I was thinking front-seat thoughts. I was not so bewitched to imagine that this was about love or the moon, if you know what I mean. More about darkness and light. More about movement and shadow.
What are the chances? More about dead eyes in shining water.
Then mom saw a sign that said ALLIGATOR FARM AND VOODOO MAGICK SHOP AHEAD.--let's stop.