Barrow Fields and though half-blind with ravening

you can do nothing for a man with your belly full of babies, came marie's gently chiding voice, speaking the fluted language that had guided erzulie's earliest forays into the work. be quick, be smart, do not fall pregnant. it was not the way of harlots to give suck to children, nor life, nor love; they were a fantasy, after all, and that was what she had been. no one's daughter, belonging only to herself. 
but as she watched caiaphas swell with pride, erzulie wondered if marie had ever been mistaken.
no time to dwell upon it, as the witch was off and the harlot followed, nostrils flaring and muzzle wrinkling at the scent that soon greeted them. however, she said nothing, following the other's lead when it came to such things.