Winston Campbell shoved his feet into once-white trainers and threw a jacket over his tee shirt. He checked his tight braids in the mirror and wiped away a smudge of ink from the dark skin of his cheek. Patting his pockets, he went into the living room and picked up his tobacco from the coffee table, crossing himself in front of the Madonna on the wall and kissing the pad of his thumb prior to pressing it against the fetish of Maitresse Erzulie.
"I'm off out, Lattie." He looked in at the kitchen where his sister was baking and flashed her a smile.
"Mind you're back for five," she warned. "Joseph and his parents are coming over, remember?"
"I know." Winston held up a hand. "They want to go over plans for the wedding. Why do I have to be here again?"
She gave him a mock punch. "Because you're giving me away."
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Winston replied and gave a slight bow in imitation of Hiroshi Koitami, his Jodo Shinshu sensei so many years ago when they were still in Kansas. "I've been trying to get rid of you for years."
Lattie smiled at the old joke and watched the lines of the Ringatu tattoos on Winston's face move as he returned the smile. "If so, perhaps you shouldn't have followed me here to Angkor Wat."
"It was Allah's will."
Opening: Rachel Green.....Continuation: Pacatrue