Serafine Papillon arrived and waiting for her in the driveway was Inez Andre. “Please, Sera. It’s Melinda. She’s got a bad spirit in her. We didn’t know who else to call.”
“Ya pregnant, are ya, lil Nezzie? That Lex’s?”
“Please, Sera. I’m begging you, it’s Melinda.”
“She got herself in this damn pickle, girlie can wait.” Serafine’s words slipped out of her mouth to the gravel. Oh that gravel was just waiting to take in her words.
“I don’t think there is much left of her, if there is any left at all. Please, Sera, we have to help her.”
“I thin’ ya got ya words mixed up. You wan’ me to help her.” She said, slithering near the door to the trailer.
“Take me to her.” She said, cleaning up her smeared lip liner using her reflection in the trailer.
Alex opened the door and Serafine flashed a sexy smile, pulling her feathered boa off. She climbed in.
Mama Freeman only looked at Serafine for a moment and then closed her eyes, “Thank you for coming.”
Serafine nodded, “Get out. I must do this alone.”