"So we are descendants of refugees from the islands. What then?"
"Our ways are firmly rooted in Haitian Vodou which the triibal records detail. You have to decide about your own life, dear girl. Do you want to risk bringing babies into the topsy-turvy world?"
Amanda toyed with a po'boy sandwich and licked the juices oozing from the bread. "It is hearsay; all the girls talk about family and husbands. I am not sure but seems clear to me, from what you are telling me, that I should think very seriously before producing some copy of a deified ancestor. It is scary but I recognize the confusion."
"There is conflict in everyone's lives, darling," Noranda answered. "Now, what about Danny Guice?"
What are you asking me? He is in no shape to marry and raise a family. How can we predict what the future might hold."
Norana began packing up the lunch. Standing, she let one hand rest on Amanda's shoulder. "While you were visiting with Danny, I talked to a resident physician assigned to his case. His opinion is that DAnny will be happeir if he can adjust to being a girl."