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Aussie Shepherd and he came out if it just fine. It cured him of his fear of sheep after that ram butted him. Borko would have cured him of his fear of sheep too, but it would have left him brain-blank, erased his personality. He’d just sit and stare until he was given a command. The Mambo powder took away the dog’s fear and left his personality intact. He still wags his tail and runs to the door when Miz Zoller comes home. He’s as sweet and affectionate as he ever was and now he’s back to pulling his weight herding her sheep.”
    â€œThat was a good piece they did on you and the dog in the Cassandra Oracle,” said Mama, “but the picture didn’t do you justice. The reporter talked up that powder of yours real good.”
    â€œI got calls for a month after that article came out from people wanting me to fix everything wrong with their dogs from heart worm to halitosis. It’s a good thing it was only a community newspaper.”
    â€œHave you tried the Mambo on humans yet? Human brains are different. People have a higher level of consciousness than animals, more complex. Well,” Mama paused, “at least some of them do. But it just might work on humans too.”
    â€œI’m scared of what it might do to a human. The only potion I’m going to mix up from now on is going to be FDA approved. From now on I’m studying medicine, not magic.”
    â€œWhat a waste,” said Mama Wati, “that mambo stuff could be a miracle; you could win the Nobel Prize for voodoo with it. Do you remember what I asked you the first day we met? I asked if you wanted to know if you were going to grow up to be rich and famous and discover some miracle to heal the afflicted or wind up waiting tables in a fish house.”
    â€œI remember. You never did tell me which was to be my destiny.”
    â€œYour choice,” said Mama. “If I were you, I’d think about trying out your Mambo powder on people.”
    â€œToo risky.” Hussey shook her head. “I’d never try it on a human.”
    â€œNever say never.” Mama wagged her finger at Hussey. You could be a great voodoorine.” Mama Wati shifted in her chair and the cap came off the top of the fountain pen in the pocket of her housedress. She shifted again, and the pen perforated her dress and stabbed the cloth doll hidden in the chair cushion.
    In the kitchen Bella screamed bloody murder and dropped the pitcher. The pitcher shattered on the tile floor spraying sangria across the wall and shards of cut glass all over the floor.
    â€œBella! What the hell did you do this time?” Mama called to the kitchen.
    â€œI just got a sudden shooting pain in my ass,” Bella screeched, “and I broke the pitcher to bits.”
    Mama looked down at the voodoo doll beside her. She saw the black ink spreading across the rear of the doll and realized what had happened.
    â€œIs that Cutter coming up the drive?” Mama pointed at the window.
    When Hussey turned to look, Mama plucked the doll from the chair cushion and examined it quickly. The bit of cloth that matched Bella’s dress was still pinned to its hair and its eyes were still stitched shut. Satisfied, she tossed it under her chair before Hussey turned back to face her.
    â€œI don’t see anybody coming up the drive.”
    â€œSorry honey, my eyes ain’t what they used to be.” Mama Wati bit the head off a cookie. “Now where were we? Oh, I know … the gift. You could be a ring-tailed wonder of a voodoorine. You couldn’t be any better if you were my own daughter.”
    â€œI told you I’m done with voodoo,” Hussey said.
    â€œSo you said.” Mama Wati smiled. “So you gonna get yourself an MD behind your name? Just don’t forget your voodoo training; it’ll come in handy someday.”
    The women heard the soft crunch of gravel as a vehicle pulled into Mama’s driveway. Hussey