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“Evening, Mama.” Tina smiled.
“Evening, my pet.”
No one else saw Mama step out the back door and into the colorful lights, inspecting her masterpiece. Once merely a dark alley in the underbelly of New Orleans, Mama had turned “Dollhouse Lane” into a thriving empire.
Her spirit inhabited every room, every corner as she had for 150 years, ignoring the angel of death’s call to rest.
Mama glided back into the club and approached Tina, her entry seamless.
Mama slid from the pole, her lithe, young body swaying and twisting, lost in the music.
She needed a vessel, and Tina fit perfectly.