After her younger sister's death, teen Junie Daniel's life is in danger as she's stalked by a cult-like church, with ancestral ties to a sorcerous slave master, who want to possess Junie's body for very dark reasons.
Junie has to do a few last things for her sister.
She doesn’t like travelling back and forth from Daniels out to Williamsville—where she ain’t know nobody—but she can’t leave her sister’s funeral like it went down last month.
Daniels showed their whole ass. Neighbors, teachers, everybody and their mama wailed and screamed through Junie’s sister, Jay’s, funeral.
Lost their goddamned minds.
Jay would want her funeral to be inappropriate, but not sloppy-sad. Most townies were even louder than Junie and her mama—the actual family. Junie knows Jay was loved. She isn’t surprised everyone in town showed up.
But out of all them folk nobody pitched in for some food. Not even a little chicken or some pork chops. A few hundred people weeping over the grave of they play cousin on empty stomachs is just messy. The thin line between love and desperation for attention was drawn that day.
“Which grave is hers again?” Junie’s best friend, Omari, asks. His steps are slow and measured because of the heavy bag of soil he holds at his side. His other hand wraps around a gigantic bouquet of flowers that Junie doubts he got legally.
“It’s up there,” Junie calls. “The one with all the dead shit.”
It is Junie’s sincere hope that any ancestors looking down on her are shielding their eyes. All alone, and for the second time, Junie is hosting her sister’s funeral. This one was going to be right, and it wasn’t gonna be a solemn event. Jay wouldn’t have wanted it that way.