Margie was an educated Canadian woman who married an educated Mexican man. If you would have mentioned witchcraft to her in those days, she would have laughed. They had a good life, remodeling a colonial house together, when her husband, an architect, started bringing home food from a woman's house. How nice! Margie thought. The woman, someone Margie never met, knew their favorite foods-Mexican as well as n-Mexican. Her husband had met the woman's son while singing in a church choir and took an interest in him. So like Javier, Margie thought. He was a gentle man, always thinking of others. But soon after the food starting arriving, Javier changed. He stayed out all night. His behavior became erratic. He became irresponsible and violent. Margie suspected an affair, alcohol, narcotics. But as his behavior became more and more unexplainable, so did hers. She saw wavy black lines in the air. She stared at flowers, mesmerized by their colors; she lost weight-her skin stretched tight against the framework of her face. And he, hallucinating, longer in control of his mind, did t recognize her on the street. It was only a visit to a doctor that gave her the answer. She and her husband had been victims of poisoning and witchcraft.