“But how?!” Koko said. “There
was no one here!”
“Are you sure there was no one
here?”
“Yes. I called out to everyone.
Nobody came.”
My mother gasped. “We’ve
been bewitched! It’s a demon!”
For my mother, this was the
logical conclusion. Because that’s
how witchcraft works. If someone
has put a curse on you or your
home, there is always the talisman
or totem, a tuft of hair or the head
of a cat, the physical manifestation
of the spiritual thing, proof of the
demon’s presence.