The woman’s screams reverberated along Bloom Memorial’s corridors.“…M’face to yo’ ass... M’face to yo’ ass…”
“What’s she saying?” Nurse Hatcher asked.
Dr. Keller shook his head. “A chant? My face to your ass? Whatever that means.”
Suckling her newborn, the young Haitian mother turned her attention to the pair who had delivered him.
Keller’s patient repeated the obscene epiphany, the woman throwing hand to mouth like a little girl uttering a bad word.
She whispered to the newborn, mother and child together sharing a furtive secret. Rubbing the soft horns that only she saw, she whispered, “Mephisto, you is…”