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Drums
As Tina walked along the sandy path, the sound of drums came to her ears. It didn't sound like something a musician would use, they sounded more ceremonial.
Ceremonial? What Basil had said must have really been on Tina's mind! Was she really supposed to believe these were drums for some sort of voodoo ceremony? This was starting to seem like some damn EC horror comic.
What was so interesting about hearing drums? One could hear drums anywhere! There was no such thing as zombies and voodoo was dead.
"Tina?" Tina looked to her left and saw Cam Martinez. "What are you doing here?"
"Here on assignment to write a story about Haiti after Francois Duvalier." Replied Tina. "And what about you, Cam? Doing some research for a historical novel?"
"I was until I realized something frightening." Stated Cam.
"And what's that?" asked Tina.
"I know neither French nor Haitian Creole!"
Tina just stared. That was like something out of a Shevelove and Gelbart play. A specific one! Hopefully this didn't mean she would be the playing the role of the brainless "hero." Someone like Holger Holgaart would be better suited for that. He may have been named after that Danish hero but a Holger Danske he was not. He was far too incompetent to be a Holger Danske.
"You never should have left English speaking Canada." Commented Tina.
"Yes, I'm well aware of that…" agreed Cam. "I should have gone to a library and checked out a few books about Haitian history."
"Do you know anything about the drums?" asked Tina.
"Oh, you've heard them too. They are voodoo drums."
"Did Basil tell you to say that to me should we meet?" asked Tina.
"Basil Hagen? I haven't seen him since our disagreement over who the historical King Arthur was. I believe it to be Riothamus but he believes it to be Lucius Artorius Castus."