"Yeah," Angus said. "I offered, but Simone enjoys it." He listened to her talking about the gym. "Well, we end up having to replace that bag every few years anyway. I've been looking for a new equipment supplier because the last two or three bags I bought just haven't held up. When we have our big guys punching on them, they wear out sooner. The last three I bought had lifetime warranties and they didn't last more than about a year and a half before they just gave out. I'd rather find some heavy duty ones that lasted us at least three years. I'll order a new one tomorrow. Not to worry."
A crackling sound alerted Angus that someone was porting in. He looked to see Beau arriving back and he had an older black woman with him. She was stocky, but Angus could tell immediately that she was a woman who knew folk medicine forwards and backwards. She had an air about her that radiated power. She was clearly very wise. She was dressed in a broomstick skirt, an embroidered peasant top, sandals, a turban, and layers of beads and bracelets. Beau was carrying a brightly colored carpet bag, and the woman was using a tall staff set with a large clear, crystal in the top and all sorts of other colored stones inset all around the large crystal.
Angus stood up and walked towards them.
"I hope it is alright that I brought someone," Beau said. "Mama Iya, I'd like you to meet..."
"You are Angus," she said with a thick Jamaican accent. "I am Mama Iya, and you need my help. She has marked you, but we can undo that if you are not afraid of a fight."
"Then I'll fight," Angus replied. She smiled and reached up and patted his cheek. She looked at Beau.
"He is worth the fight," she told Beau. "Give him the coin." Beau reached in his pocket and handed him the coin, which was now on a copper chain. "Put it on," she told Angus. "Do not take it off unless I tell you to. I have improved it. It weakens the hold she wants to have on you."
"Thank you," Angus said.
"Don't thank me yet. We haven't even begun to fight. It will not be easy, and it will be dangerous. Are you afraid to face dangers you have not seen?"
"Not enough to surrender," he told her. She laughed out loud.
"I like you, Piti," she smiled. "Good. This is good."
"Let me take you to meet Robert," Beau said, as Iya walked over to the garden to check the magical herbs that were planted there. "I'll. tell you more about her later," Beau told Angus quietly. "She is the real deal voodoo queen, not an imposter. She also happens to be my grandmother. And, so you know, Piti is a term of endearment. For her, it means Little One, or Little Boy. She rarely takes any cases anymore and it is even more rare for her to use that sort of term, but she already likes you, so that definitely helps."
"Thank you for asking her. I appreciate it," Angus said.
"My pleasure," Beau said. He walked over to Iya, and then escorted her over to the main house.
"What do you think of her?" Angus asked Edward.
"I think she's probably a pistol. I don't think she takes any sort of crap from anybody," Edward laughed.