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I done outlive everybody there is to know, and if I leave it to just him, then the only story of this business will be the Tracker’s, and that silly, slutty fool don’t even know that this tale is not just bigger than him, but one hundred seventy and seven years older. Because for all his love and all his loss, that man with a nose is just a boy. And truth speaking? This is woman work.

“I’d rather a choice then a gift.”
“So now you is like a woman in all things. Tell me how it feel one day.”

They lose the boy.
The black bitch and them, they lose the boy. This must be sad tidings for some, maybe many, but all I could do is laugh. Live as long as me and there is not much that don’t turn funny, even grief, even cruelty, even loss. Because here is truth. Between gods and princesses and kings and noble people, all of this is a game, so how can one not laugh when they can’t play?

“I kill people,” I say and observe the long silence that follow. “People call me the Moon Witch.”
“Witch. The world is fickle about witches.”
“The world is fickle about women.”
“Where in all this do you fit?”
“I not trying to fit,” I say.

“The only difference between who is a witch and who is not is one man’s mouth,” say the cook.

See the girl take her dead mother’s name, one hundred seventy and seven years ago. One hundred seventy and seven times that the great gourd of the world spin around the sun.
Sogolon.