The voodoo doll had button eyes, black yarn hair, and wore a bandeau bikini made out of a red bandana. Kay jabbed at least 50 push pins into the doll while she cursed and spewed her list of grievances.
I sat nearby and listened.
She wasn't looking for advice.
She just needed to bitch.
Later that day her mother was stung by a wasp. Kay heard her scream and ran to find her mom sitting in the grass in pain. She was fighting back tears as she held the side of her face.
Naturally, Kay assumed complete responsibility for what happened. She took all of the pins out of the doll and disassembled the hair, eyes, and bikini. She got on her knees and begged God to forgive her and to please kindly disregard all of the awful things she wished upon her mother.
That was the first and last time Kay dabbled with what she considered to be the darker side of witchcraft.
