Blackbeak Bluff who alone but he scapegraced and goated me?

wow this slipped out of my memory I AM SORRY

it would have amused her immensely to know of the man’s discomfort in her presence, at least initially. resilience and darker events had curated erzulie’s sense of confidence; men were not creatures oft intimidated by her small stature and delicate frame.
but the old scars scattered across her body were testament to the fact that she had allowed no man to subdue her, to rank her beneath him based upon the profession into which she had been taken.
marie had taught her well. of course, marie had given erzulie lessons in all sorts of things, the first being how to earn supper the same night, and the last — a study in abandonment.
realizing that driftwood had been speaking and she had lost the train of his thoughts, the harlot returned to herself. ”i have not heard dat name before,” she answered. ”who is moorhen?”