Seaside Moors Chere, mo lemmé toi

it was good to laugh, to dance, to be silly. erzulie could not recall that she had done such with her earlier brood. perhaps this the benefit of being the younger child. 
perhaps, then, erzulie would too be finished.
ah — but she had always left it up to the season, and to the man. if it fell to her again, erzulie planned to go far and away, to find some scandalous devil who would shy from fatherhood and thus leave her to raise a brood with her wife in the peace that accompanied the absence of men.
chacal was dancing under her chin; giggles burbled from the harlot's throat, and she held tighter to her own plume, holding her little jackal close and close and close, until the child's wriggling broke her hold and she came away laughing.