"Nor me," he agreed. "Give me a good crossroads any day."
"Loa," he corrected gently. "Like spirits. We came from Haiti, but then the faithful started to leave, and I had to go along. They need a guide into the afterlife." He brightened when she mentioned her daughter. "Ah, then she might like to meet Maman Brigitte. She protects the cemeteries and makes sure the dead are showed respect."