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don’t trust him as far as I could toss a ’gator; he’s a natural born fuck-up.”
    â€œWell, he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed but he’s cute and he loves me.”
    â€œGranted he’s a pretty boy,” said Mama, “But he ain’t even a tool in that shed, he’s more like a leaky bag of compost. Hussey honey, the man is almost retarded.”
    â€œYou don’t have to be a genius to deal cards, and that’s what he wants to do,” Hussey said. “Be a dealer in a casino, while I go to medical school.”
    â€œWhy do you want to be a doctor anyway? Wasn’t going to college for four years enough for you? You got a degree in mixing up potions didn’t you?”
    â€œOrganic Chemistry,” Hussey said. “My degree is in Organic Chemistry, and now I’ll go on to medical school and become a neurologist, a physiological neurologist. I’ll work with drugs to fix mental problems. I’m tired of the dark side,” Hussey continued. “Medical science is … well … science … not just smoke and mirrors like voodoo.”
    â€œSmoke and mirrors!” Mama Wati went on the attack. “You know voodoo is more than smoke and mirrors. And don’t be so sure there’s all that much difference between the dark side and the light side. What do you think medical science was before there were all these highfaluting doctors? It was voodoo, that’s what. Back before there were doctors, barbers did the surgery, everything from cutting hair to pulling teeth to tonsillectomies and slapping leeches on folks to balance their bodily humors. Pharmacology was done by old women who mixed herbs and roots and bits of this and that to make potions, poultices and elixirs. It wasn’t until the men decided they wanted a piece of the action that the old healer ladies started to be called witches. The doctors decided that when they rolled a pill it was science and when some little old lady living in a thatch cottage did it, it was witchery. So the doctors sicced the Church on the poor old woman and their profession went up in smoke, literally.”
    â€œWhat do witches have to do with voodoo?”
    â€œThe suppression of witchcraft was actually a suppression of biological knowledge,” Mama continued. “Christian destruction of paganism suppressed the human psyche; it was like the clergy rang a church bell and sent the flora and fauna to their corners and told them to come out fighting. Witchcraft, voodoo, holistic medicine, it’s all the same thing,” said Mama. “Somebody simply using what nature provides to heal the sick, mixed in with a little positive thinking. At least with voodoo you get paid in cash,” said Mama. “You ain’t gotta mess with the insurance companies to get paid. Nobody ever sued a voodoorine for malpractice and you get to sleep late in the morning. You already know more about how folk’s bodies work than most of the doctors out there, you been mixing potions and powders for years, you’re a natural chemist. That last batch of zombie potion you mixed up is promising, better than anything I ever mixed, or any other voodoorine I’ll bet. What did you say you call it?”
    â€œMambo powder,” Hussey said.
    â€œMambo. Good name for it. How is that stuff working out?”
    â€œIt works all right on animals,” said Hussey. “I tried it on a couple of animals and it worked better than Borko, the old zombie powder.”
    â€œThat old Borko powder paralyzes the whole brain.” Mama shook her head. “I never used the stuff if I could help it. When you make a zombie with Borko you take away the essence of who the person is, deadens the part of the brain where the personality lives. You say your Mambo powder works without wiping out the personality?”
    â€œLike I said, it works well on animals. I used the Mambo powder on Miz Zoller’s