"I’m wired for sound," Carlotta said, pouring. A light pair of earphones circled her neck, trailing wire to a telephone on her studded belt. She wore a short-sleeved cotton top, with eight inches of bare freckled stomach between it and her red leather miniskirt. "Y’all gotta be a little careful of the food around here," Carlotta said. "They got houngans on this island that can really fuck you up."