I can not vouch for the veracity of the details of the tale I am about to relate. I can only say that he was told with mighty energy at a barbershop and that I have to admit I smoothed out a few details for readability. So it goes like this:
A reckless man kisses a woman in a car outside his house, thinking his wife is asleep. The next day he leaves for work and, when he returns, he finds his wife gone. He goes to her job but she’s not there. At a barbershop in Brooklyn, the husband tells a Haitian friend of his wife's disappearance. His friend recommends the man see a voodoo man in Flatbush, who can bring the wife back. After telling the voodoo his story and paying $2, the husband and the voodoo man go into the backyard, where a rooster and hen are killed and their blood commingled. Afterwards the husband is told the evil spirit hovering over him is too strong for this voodoo man’s magic and the husband is advised to visit a master priest in Haiti.
Despite the cost of travel involved the husband, filled with guilt and regret, flies to Haiti, where he's picked up at the airport and driven into the Haitian countryside. The husband arrives too late to see the master priest that day, so he sleeps on the floor of a mud hut. The next morning he's taken to see the master priest and again relates his dilemma. The husband is advised that the evil spirit hatched to him can only be cleared three ways: by beating, by smoke, and by fish. The husband removes his clothes, walks naked into a yard, where he's met by two elderly women who remove branches from a large tree and beat him harshly with it for several minutes. After the husband recovers from the beating, the two women then lite long cigarettes and blow smoke over his testicles and butt. Finally, the master priest gives him two mackerels filled with herbs and he's told to bury the two fish in the front yard of his home. The husband takes the two fish back to New York and buries them as instructed.
The very next morning two serious looking men in suits appear at his front door, asking if he knew a woman answering to his wife's name. “Of course,” the husband said. “Have you found her?” In reply they hand him some papers — a restraining order not to come anywhere near his soon to be ex-wife. Adding to his defeat, he spots two raccoons running from his yard with the two mackerel in their mouths!
The cheating husband did not see his wife again for twenty years.
One afternoon he ran into her crossing an Manhattan the street. His ex-wife had remarried and now had two kids. Her life was good. Her ex said he had a story to tell about the effort’s he gone through to get her back, but couldn't bring himself to tell it.
But she had something to tell him — yes, she’d seen him kissing that woman in the car.