Chapter 9

The next morning, I was shaking Lulu, screaming near her ear. "Wake up, I have the greatest story to tell you." She didn't stir. The girl was a heavy sleeper. There was only one way to rouse her, and that was by grabbing the voodoo doll from the desk and going to the open window to dangle the thing there by its foot. "I wonder what will happen if it falls from the second floor," I said, pronouncing each word clearly. "It won't break, but someone, a kid who wants a new toy may get it." Lulu...