Across the room from Midnight, well out of everyone's way, Eric sat at a round table. His arm draped over the surface as he leaned into it. He turned his head with the sound of Pam's heels clicking towards him. She stood behind him with her hands behind her back.
"Exciting."
"Sssshhh."
"Maybe we can book them for a floor show."
"Pam." He tried not to smile.
With a flourish of his fingers, the bag dropped from the chicken. The bird did not move save for a head bob or two. Midnight dropped his chin and extended his hand. He muttered fast in Haitian old words and phrases. The air grew thick. He knew he was the only one who heard the voices. They swirled about him, each jockeying for a ride. He held on to one voice to call it down.
His eyes flooded white as if his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His face sagged with the tension released. He smiled and looked at John. "Never a good omen when your here."