From Dead to Worse

his collar. He was wearing a flannel shirt unbuttoned over a white Hanes T-shirt. Jeans. No shoes. A dimple in his chin.
    Hunter was wearing corduroy pants and a sweatshirt with a big football on the front. His clothes were brand-new, unlike his dad’s.
    I’d finished looking at them before Remy’d finished looking at me. He didn’t think I had any trace of Hadley in my face. My body was plumper and my coloring was lighter and I wasn’t as hard. He thought I looked like I didn’t have a lot of money. He thought I was pretty, like his son did. But he didn’t trust me.
    “How long has it been since you heard from her?” I asked.
    “I haven’t heard from Hadley since a few months after he was born,” Remy said. He was used to that, but there was sadness in his thoughts, too.
    Hunter was sitting on the floor, playing with some trucks. He loaded some Duplos into the back of a dump truck, which backed up to a fire engine very slowly, guided by Hunter’s small hands. To the astonishment of the Duplo man sitting in the cab of the fire engines, the dump truck let go of its load all over the fire engine. Hunter got a big kick out of this, and he said, “Daddy, look!”
    “I see it, son.” Remy looked at me intently. “Why are you here?” he asked, deciding to get right to the point.
    “I only found out there might be a baby a couple of weeks ago,” I said. “Wasn’t any point in tracking you down until I heard that.”
    “I never met her family,” he said. “How’d you know she was married? Did she tell you?” Then, reluctantly, he said, “Is she okay?”
    “No,” I said very quietly. I didn’t want Hunter to become interested. The boy was loading all the Duplos back into the dump truck. “She’s been dead since before Katrina.”
    I could hear the shock detonate like a little bomb in his head. “She was already a vamp, I heard,” he said uncertainly, his voice wavering. “That kind of dead?”
    “No. I mean really, finally.”
    “What happened?”
    “She was attacked by another vampire,” I said. “He was jealous of Hadley’s relationship with her, ah, her...”
    “Girlfriend?” No mistaking the bitterness in her ex-husband’s voice and in his head.
    “Yeah.”
    “That was a shocker,” he said, but in his head all the shock had worn off. There was only a grim resignation, a loss of pride.
    “I didn’t know about any of this until after she passed.”
    “You’re her cousin? I remember her telling me she had two. . . . You got a brother, right?”
    “Yes,” I said.
    “You knew she had been married to me?”
    “I found out when I cleaned out her safe-deposit box a few weeks ago. I didn’t know there had been a son. I apologize for that.” I wasn’t sure why I was apologizing or how I could have known, but I was sorry I hadn’t even considered the fact that Hadley and her husband might have had a child. Hadley had been a little older than me, and I guessed Remy was probably thirty or thereabouts.
    “You look fine,” he said suddenly, and I flushed, understanding him instantly.
    “Hadley told you I had a disability.” I looked away from him, at the boy, who jumped to his feet, announced he had to go to the bathroom, and dashed out of the room. I couldn’t help but smile.
    "Yeah, she said something.... She said you had a hard time of it in school,” he said tactfully. Hadley had told him I was crazy as hell. He was seeing no signs of it, and he wondered why Hadley had thought so. But he glanced in the direction the child had gone, and I knew he was thinking he had to be careful since Hunter was in the house, he had to be alert for any signs of this instability—though Hadley had never specified what form of craziness I had.
    “That’s true,” I said. “I had a hard time of it. Hadley wasn’t any big help. But her mom, my aunt Linda, was a great woman before the cancer got her. She was real kind to me, always. And we had some good moments now and then.”
    “I could say the same. We did have some good moments,” Remy said. His forearms were braced on his knees and his big hands, scarred and battered, hung down. He was a man who knew what hard work was.
    There was a sound at the front door and a woman came in without bothering to knock. “Hey, baby,” she said, smiling at Remy. When she noticed me, her smile faltered and faded away.
    “Kristen, this is a relative of my ex-wife’s,” Remy said, and there wasn’t any haste or apology in his voice.
    Kristen