Kate sylvester's naughty little sister has run away with a preacher man. A bad arse preacher man. They've gone down the bayeau where it's baptisms in vintage lace by day and voodoo exoricsms in black lace by night. She's stealing mint julips at the country club in a polka dot dress, dancing to Screaming Jay Hawkins in carnival stripe silks and partying til dawn with the Black Lips boys in faded rocker pants and Sunrise over New Orleans sees her back in her confirmation best singing gospel down by the river