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swung his arms when he walked like a little wimp. But his mother spent days in the bed crying. She didn’t bother to bathe, brush her teeth, or comb her hair; she just lay there groaning about how she could not live without him.
    At the end of the week, his mother got out of bed and put on a pair of sweatpants and a blue tee with a college logo on the front and a big hole under the arm. His mother woke him up and told him to throw on some clothes so he could accompany her to the store. Paris was so happy his mother was out of bed, he put on the wrinkled clothes he had worn the day before and ran downstairs to ride with her to the store.
    The exterior of the store had the visage of an antique shop but as soon as Paris walked through the door he was greeted by candles, incense, powders, New Age books, and washes that brought fortune and dissolved various problems. Paris scanned the store while his mother consulted with the shop owner about a spell to bring his father back.
    Paris was drawn to a picture of a tall, slender woman who wore a sheath dress and held a staff in her right hand and an ankh in her left hand. The woman had dark eyes that appeared to be ableto disregard flesh and look right into the soul, and a throne sat on her head. She stood out from the other deities that were displayed throughout the shop. She was beautiful but her stance was one of strength and fearlessness. Paris asked the shop owner about the woman while his mother gathered the supplies listed in the spell book the shop owner had shown her. The shop owner told Paris that the woman was the goddess Isis. She explained that Isis was the mother of all mankind and the goddess of magic. Isis loved all of her children, sinners and saints, and she heard the prayers of the wealthy as well as the oppressed. She went on to tell Paris invocations of Isis were extremely powerful, being that they not only involved her powers but the powers of her offspring, the god Horus, as well. The shop owner showed Paris a book about Isis that he could read to find out more about her. Paris asked his mother to purchase the book for him. His mother ignored him, only concerned with buying the spell book the shop owner had shown her and the supplies for her spell. Paris pleaded with his mother and told her that she wouldn’t have to give him his allowance for two weeks if she bought the book for him. His mother snatched the book out of his hand and put it on the counter so it could be rung up.
    Paris peeked in on his mother as she performed the spell to bring his father back. He could feel the energy in the room increase as his mother chanted. Later that night he snuck into his mother’s room and took the spell book out of her underwear drawer. He had to learn the craft. The knowledge of it would be beneficial to him in the future but he had no idea how soon he would actually use it.
    Within three weeks, Paris’s father was back and his mother loved his father more than ever. His mother directed all of her attention to his father and began to ignore him. His father wasmore critical of him than ever. Every time Paris spilled something or knocked something over, his father would call him a doofus. When he retreated to his room to read his mother’s spell book, or his book about Isis, his father would poke his head into his room to tell him how strange he was for reading such nonsense and how he should be out playing with other boys his age instead of wasting his time reading about demonic shit. He would finish the conversation by telling Paris that if he caught him trying to work a root up in his house, he would beat him within two inches of his life. Paris was upset that his mother never intervened and told his father how helpful the craft could be; especially since she had it to thank for bringing him back.
    A man named Larry, one of Paris’s father’s friends, was the only outlet that Paris had. Larry would come home with Paris’s father after