Night pleasures by sherrilyn kenyon7/7/2023 ![]() ![]() Her sister's strange outfit was quite a contrast to Amanda's faded jeans, pink cable-knit sweater, and tan ski jacket. Madam Selene, the Moon Mistress, as Selena was known, sat behind it wearing a flowing green suede skirt, purple knit sweater, and a large black and silver overcoat. The cheap card table was disguised by a thick purple cloth their mother had sewn with "special" incantations known only to their family. Most of the Jackson Square peddlers didn't bother setting up booths during the winter season, but her sister Selena considered her psychic stand as much a New Orleans treasure as the St. The clouds and the sky were an eerie gray that matched Amanda's dour mood. The smell of warm chicory coffee and beignets floated from the Cafe Du Monde across the street, while cars zoomed past a few feet away. ![]() ![]() Still smiling at the thought of a million ants biting Cliff's pasty, dough-boy body, Amanda glanced around at the tourists who were thronging the New Orleans landmark even on this drab November day. Which was exactly what had her sitting at Selena's tarot card and palm-reading table in Jackson Square on a cold Sunday afternoon, instead of lying in bed with the covers pulled over her head. Leave it to her big sister to make her laugh, no matter the tragedy. "I say we should stake him to an anthill and throw little pickles at him." Amanda Devereaux laughed at Selena's suggestion. ![]()
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