Excerpt of The House of Erzulie, by Kirsten Imani KasaiBy TNB Fiction
February 20, 2018
Adelaide Randolph does not meet me at the airport. Instead, she sends the intern, Owen, to fetch me. A scrappy little man-boy who looks as if his mother has just finished scrubbing him up for church waits outside the curb at baggage claim, holding up a sign that reads “Mueller: Belle Rive Plantation.”
He offers his hand and I pretend not to see it. Handshakes are the Devil’s germ-delivery system.
“Hey, I’m Owen. Flight okay?”
I nod as he grabs the handle of my wheelie bag and steers us out to the parking lot, his mouth going the whole time.