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Eleven
years
earlier
,
when
she
was
twenty
-
five
,
her
right
arm
had
withered
.
None
of
the
white
folk
had
known
what
to
make
of
it
.
The
flesh
seemed
to
melt
from
the
bones
,
and
now
her
right
arm
hung
by
her
side
,
little
more
than
a
skeletal
arm
covered
in
skin
,
and
almost
immobile
.
After
this
she
had
become
a
house
-
slave
.
The
Casterton
family
,
who
had
owned
the
plantation
,
were
impressed
by
her
cooking
and
house
skills
,
but
Mrs
.
Casterton
found
the
withered
arm
unsettling
,
and
so
she
was
sold
to
the
Lavere
family
,
who
were
out
for
a
year
from
Louisiana
:
M
.
Lavere
was
a
fat
,
cheerful
man
,
who
was
in
need
of
a
cook
and
a
maid
of
all
work
,
and
who
was
not
in
the
slightest
repulsed
by
the
slave
Daisy
’
s
withered
arm
.
When
,
a
year
later
,
they
returned
to
Louisiana
,
slave
Sukey
went
with
them
.
In
New
Orleans
the
women
came
to
her
,
and
the
men
also
,
to
buy
cures
and
love
charms
and
little
fetishes
,
black
folks
,
yes
,
of
course
,
but
white
folks
too
.
The
Lavere
family
turned
a
blind
eye
to
it
.
Perhaps
they
enjoyed
the
prestige
of
having
a
slave
who
was
feared
and
respected
.
They
would
not
,
however
,
sell
her
her
freedom
.
Sukey
went
into
the
bayou
late
at
night
,
and
she
danced
the
Calinda
and
the
Bamboula
.
Like
the
dancers
of
St
.
Domingue
and
the
dancers
of
her
native
land
,
the
dancers
in
the
bayou
had
a
black
snake
as
their
voudon
;
even
so
,
the
gods
of
her
homeland
and
of
the
other
African
nations
did
not
possess
her
people
as
they
had
possessed
her
brother
and
the
folk
of
St
.
Domingue
.
She
would
still
invoke
them
and
call
their
names
,
to
beg
them
for
favors
.
She
listened
when
the
white
folk
spoke
of
the
revolt
in
St
.
Domingo
(
as
they
called
it
)
,
and
how
it
was
doomed
to
fail
—
"
Think
of
it
!
A
cannibal
land
!
"
—
and
then
she
observed
that
they
no
longer
spoke
of
it
.
Soon
,
it
seemed
to
her
that
they
pretended
that
there
never
had
been
a
place
called
St
.
Domingo
,
and
as
for
Haiti
,
the
word
was
never
mentioned
.
It
was
as
if
the
whole
American
nation
had
decided
that
they
could
,
by
an
effort
of
belief
,
command
a
good
-
sized
Caribbean
island
to
no
longer
exist
merely
by
willing
it
so
.
A
generation
of
Lavere
children
grew
up
under
Sukey
’
s
watchful
eye
.
The
youngest
,
unable
to
say
"
Sukey
"
as
a
child
,
had
called
her
Mama
Zouzou
,
and
the
name
had
stuck
.
Now
the
year
was
1821
,
and
Sukey
was
in
her
mid
-
fifties
.
She
looked
much
older
.
She
knew
more
of
the
secrets
than
old
Sanité
Dédé
,
who
sold
candies
in
front
of
the
Cabildo
,
more
than
Marie
Saloppé
,
who
called
herself
the
voodoo
queen
:
both
were
free
women
of
color
,
while
Mama
Zouzou
was
a
slave
,
and
would
die
a
slave
,
or
so
her
master
had
said
.
