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never a vampire spell-caster.


"There are traditions among the vampires of New Orleans," Mr. Cataliades said carefully. "One of these
traditions is that the blood of the dead can raise the dead, at least temporarily. For conversational
purposes, you understand."


Mr. Cataliades certainly didn't have any throwaway lines. I had to think about every sentence that came
out of his mouth. "Hadley wanted to talk to a dead person?" I asked, once I'd digested his latest
bombshell.


"Yes," said Waldo, chipping in again. "She wanted to talk to Marie Laveau."


"The voodoo queen? Why?" You couldn't live in Louisiana and not know the legend of Marie Laveau, a
woman whose magical power had fascinated both black and white people, at a time when black women
had no power at all.


"Hadley thought she was related to her." Waldo seemed to be sneering.


Okay, now I knew he was making it up. "Duh! Marie Laveau was African-American, and my family is
white," I pointed out.


"This would be through her father's side," Waldo said calmly.


Aunt Linda's husband, Carey Delahoussaye, had come from New Orleans, and he'd been of French
descent. His family had been there for several generations. He'd bragged about it until my whole family
had gotten sick of his pride. I wondered if Uncle Carey had realized that his Creole bloodline had been
enriched by a little African-American DNA somewhere back in the day. I had only a child's memory of
Uncle Carey, but I figured that piece of knowledge would have been his most closely guarded secret.


Hadley, on the other hand, would have thought being descended from the notorious Marie Laveau was
really cool. I found myself giving Waldo a little more credence. Where Hadley would've gotten such
information, I couldn't imagine. Of course, I also couldn't imagine her as a lover of women, but evidently
that had been her choice. My cousin Hadley, the cheerleader, had become a vampire lesbian
voodooienne. Who knew?


I felt glutted with information I hadn't had time to absorb, but I was anxious to hear the whole story. I
gestured to the emaciated vampire to continue.


"We put the three X's on the tomb," Waldo said. "As people do. Voodoo devotees believe this ensures