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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, a
"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 had long brown hair and big brown eyes and she was maybe twenty-five. She was wearing khakis and a polo shirt with a logo on the chest, a laughing duck. The legend above the duck read, "Jerry's Detailing." "Nice to meet you," Kristen said insincerely. "I'm Kristen Duchesne, Remy's girlfriend."
"Pleased to meet you," I said, more honestly. "Sookie Stackhouse."
"You didn't offer this woman a drink, Remy! Sookie, can I get you a Coke or a Sprite?"
She knew what was in the refrigerator. I wondered if she lived here. Well, none of my business, as long as she was good to Hadley's son.
"No, thanks," I said. "I've got to be going in a minute." I made a little production out of looking at my watch. "I got to go to work this evening."
"Oh, where is that?" Kristen asked. She was a little more relaxed.
"Merlotte's. It's a bar in Bon Temps," I said. "About eighty miles from here."
"Sure, that's where your wife was from," Kristen said, glancing at Remy.
Remy said, "Sookie came with some news, I'm afraid." His hands twisted together, though his voice was steady. "Hadley is dead."
Kristen inhaled sharply but she had to keep her comment to herself because Hunter dashed back into the room. "Daddy, I washed my hands!" he shouted, and his father smiled at him.
"Good for you, son," he said, and ruffled the boy's dark hair. "Say hello to Kristen."
"Hey, Kristen," Hunter said without much interest.
I stood. I wished I had a business card to leave. This seemed odd and wrong, to just walk out. But Kristen's presence was oddly inhibiting. She picked up Hunter and slung him on her hip. He was quite a load for her, but she made a point of making it look easy and habitual, though it wasn't. But she did like the little boy; I could see it in her head.
"Kristen likes me," Hunter said, and I looked at him sharply.
"Sure I do," Kristen said, and laughed.
Remy was looking from Hunter to me with a troubled face, a face that was just begi
I wondered how to explain our relationship to Hunter. I was pretty close to being his aunt, as we reckon things here. Kids don't care about second cousins.
"Aunt Sookie," Hunter said, testing the words. "I got an aunt?"
I took a deep breath.Yes, you do, Hunter, I thought.
"I never had one before."
"You got one now," I told him, and I looked into Remy's eyes. They were frightened. He hadn't spelled it out to himself yet, but he knew.
There was something I had to say to him, regardless of Kristen's presence. I could feel her confusion and her sense that something was going on without her knowledge. But I didn't have the space on my agenda to worry about Kristen, too. Hunter was the important person.
"You're go
Kristen said, "What's going on? Why are we getting so serious?"
"Don't worry, Kris," Remy said gently. "Just family stuff."
Kristen lowered a wriggling Hunter to the floor. "Uh-huh," she said, in the tone of someone who knows full well she's having the wool pulled over her eyes.
"Stackhouse," I reminded Remy. "Don't put it off till too late, when he's already miserable."
"I understand," he said. He looked miserable himself, and I didn't blame him.
"I've got to go," I said again, to reassure Kristen.
"Aunt Sookie, you going?" Hunter asked. He wasn't quite ready to hug me yet, but he thought about it. He liked me. "You coming back?"
"Sometime, Hunter," I said. "Maybe your dad will bring you to visit me someday."