I hope so because we're going to meet Immaculata another witch. Here's a little teaser-
When the Sisters came for me that night and as I waved at my parents and little sisters I knew in my gut I would never return. I knew that even with all my strange gifts I could not save them. I would not get rich and save the favela.
Now here I am.
I am in Rio waiting to meet another girl like me, this one running from the same sect of the Church. I am in a nice hotel, a place where tourists feel safe and I watch the White men walk past me, asking in ugly clumsy Portuguese,
“how much? How much? Do you have any White friends?”