Voodoo - Sample
Voodoo — Dolls for Justice
Sample Introduction
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Some people believe in magic, fairy tales, and the psychic hotline. These same whack jobs tend to believe in health food, romance, and lifelong marriages. Not me. Not anymore. Give me fudge brownie ice cream, massage devices, and Christian Louboutin’s shoes any day of the week. If they’re honest about it, both types of people end up with the same story in the end anyhow a buzzing noise on the opposite side of the bed and bunions.
Sure, I used to believe in love. Just like I used to believe my favorite pair of college jeans were lifelong companions. Turns out, I outgrew the love concept on my 36th birthday and the jeans at some foggy point before then.
My life had been humming along with all the important life categories in respectable order. My marriage was amicable, my law practice was successful, and my shoe collection was on its way to needing its own zip code. Then came the fateful birthday that started with frosted cupcakes and ended with my husband pressing another woman’s ta-tas mammogram flat against the back window of my car in a moment of adulterous passion.
My entire life plan shattered like a three-day old baguette loaf slamming against a brick wall.
Thankfully, growing up in New Orleans in a multicolored Creole family had taught me a few things about survival. Moving up to Little Rock for law school and starting a law practice there with my best friend and cousin, Jillian, had taught me a few more. I learned to start every crisis by drawing out a well conceived plan. And if that failed, I learned to end it with a Pat O’brien Hurricane–heavy on the dark rum–with triplet cherries. If at all possible, I did both with my best friend at my side.
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