Voodoo

"You realize I need to wait for the next full moon," I say, figuring I'd give myself a few weeks and she'd forget the whole thing.

Full moon comes along and she asks me when I'm making her doll. Cindy starts laughing. I glare at her and tap my fingers on the table. Girl can't remember her own phone number but she remembers the doll.

"Do you have the chicken?" I finally say. She looks at me shocked.

"What chicken?"

"All voodoo rituals require a chicken sacrifice. Do you have a chicken?"

"You mean you have to kill a chicken to make the doll?"

"Well, it won't go to waste. We can gut, pluck, and roast it when we're done."

"That's gross! Never mind."

Tara storms away from me. Bob comes into the office and asks what she's so mad about. I consider a quip about her turning down a chicken dinner, but decide to keep quiet.