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digit on his self
contempt scale.
    When Harry arrived at his house Karma
was sitting at the dining room table, her eyes shut, and the
feather she wore in her hair held in her hand. Her lips were moving
but he heard nothing but whispers. He opened his mouth to say hello
but stayed silent when he saw Sandy with a forefinger held over her
mouth. The picture was, to say the least, intriguing. There was
some kind of magic at work: he felt as though he were being drawn
into a vortex of some kind.
    Something was drawing him closer and
closer to the feather then his mind went blank. He opened his eyes
and he was soaring over forests. He glanced left then right and saw
the wings of a hawk. He was part of a dream fighting not to panic
and lose control.
    Then he saw Joe Sharky’s lot from the
height of about a thousand feet. Without thinking he dove low
skimming the tree tops behind the buildings. He made another pass
over a huge tent. He could fly but didn’t have any idea how he had
accomplished the feat. He saw John Dean and Lenea as they came from
under the tent, shading their eyes, to stare at him. A plain hawk
would not have attracted their attention so they knew it was
something out of the ordinary.
    Lenea dropped to one knee, held her
necklace, and bent her head low. She was probably chanting. Harry
was being drawn closer to her but he fought, trying to gain height.
He beat his wings furiously but was unable to gain altitude. Closer
and closer to Lenea he came. He felt a dark evil pulling him in as
though she was the eye of a tornado.
    He felt a thump as though he’d fallen
off a chair then stared at the ceiling of his dining room. He heard
Karma gasp. She was sweating and breathing like a locomotive. He
rose to his shaky feet and stared at her.
    “You okay, Karma?”
    “Give me a minute.”
    Harry sat across from her.
    Sandy asked,
    “What happened?”
    “Ask Karma. I have no idea.”
    “Karma?”
    “Give me a minute, Sandy.”
    Sandy sat and they both waited for
Karma to explain.
    She finally spoke,
    “I used a spell and concentrated my
thoughts on a hawk flying over fields near Joe Sharky’s place. I
saw through the hawk’s eyes. Then you took over, Harry, and I was
merely a spectator. I had to keep you flying which was not an easy
chore. You tried to control the hawk which one must never do. Lenea
felt someone in the bird and tried to bring it to her. I was able
to break free but you were still in her clutches. I used another
spell to break her concentration and she let you go.”
    Harry heard the explanation yet had
problems believing it was anything but a dream. He was curious
however; The pull toward Lenea was so strong he couldn’t imagine
the force it would take break it.
    “How did you break her
spell?”
    “I used the woman’s vanity. I cut her
cheek.”
    “How?”
    “With the satanic emblem on her
necklace. I directed it to for a couple of seconds before she
caught on.”
    Harry still couldn’t make his mind
accept what he had seen.
    “How did I get caught up in all of
that?”
    Karma looked unsettled then shook her
head.
    “I have no idea. It’s never happened
before.”
    Sandy used the F-Bomb.
    “Fuck.”
    It suited the situation. She had a way
with words.
    Karma looked worried.
    “They’ll know I’m here. It won’t take
long to realise it was me. After they talk to Joe they’ll know my
family name. Lenea will know who and what I am. We’ve lost an
edge.”
    Harry asked,
    “So who are you? What’s your full
name?”
    “Karma Bastille. My mother is Marie
Bastille.”
    “Meaning?”
    “Lenea’s last name is
Bastille.”
    “Fuck,” said Sandy.
    “Your sister?”
    “No my cousin. And my sister I guess.
After my father died my mother married his brother Ramone and they
had Lenea. I was already grown by then and left the house a couple
of years after she was born. I was sixteen when I hit the streets
of New Orleans.”
    Sandy nodded.
    “And whispered sweet nothings in