“Thought you were supposed to use dirt from a grave,” says Rob, a bit hopelessly.
“You see any graveyards around here?” snaps Darlene.
“Yeah, behind the church at 28th and Madison–”
“Shut up,” she says. “Graveyard dirt. Goofer dust. Huh. You might get lucky and find one who got buried and wasn’t dead yet, but most of the time that’s stale power. Now this…” She scoops another fistful of sand into the baggie. “This is a thousand people, all sticking their deaths into the same soil. See?”
Rob notices a Kool butt in the bag, all magenta on one end.