“Well, if it isn’t death on my very doorstep… again.” Startled, I met her brown eyes. “Marcelene? You’re…” “Alive? Oh, yes, dear child. The devil and I dance.” She spun in a circle, flailing out her long purple skirt and wiggled her hips. “Though not the same kind of dancing as the two of you. A tango, is it?” she winked.
