One of the guys thinks fondly about how Dawn's ass used to hang out of her shorts. (Make you wanna slap it! Peaches and cream! A whole world of sex, all around: sex, sex, sex. There's not a lot of sex in it, once you take away all the parts of sex that we use to hurt other people.) His wife stares at Sookie and hopes her brother gets the chair.
Hoyt Fortenberry stares into his beer. (Crying shame is what it is. This place ain't gonna be the same without Dawn. She had the prettiest, nicest smile. Why was I so scared to talk to her? I'll never know what her voice sounded like. I bet it sounded like angels and parakeets. Mixed together.) Sookie stares at him, at the adorable nine feet of him, and says his name without thinking. He looks up shyly, and she thanks him with a kiss on the cheek. He's confused, but pleased. He deserves more of that.
Sookie sees her brother enter, and asks him straight out if he killed her. He's got a whole logic proof that is hilarious; it would be funnier if he weren't in such secret pain. "Jesus, Sook. Look: When Maudette died, I thought I might've done it. And it turned out I didn't. With Dawn, I don't even think I might've done it, so I know I didn't." If that makes sense, am I becoming dumb like Jason? She asks him to swear, and he starts getting offended. Sookie chills. "Sorry. Gran asked me to listen in on folks, see if I can't clear your name. And sometimes it's hard..." He knows they're about to have a talk, she's "revving up for a long one," and instead of listening to the burdens of the town retard psychic, he says they'll talk soon: he needs Lafayette.
"What the fuck, Lafayette?" The wizard chops easily, quietly, not liking his tone. "My problem is my dick. It's been hard since three o'clock! Something went wrong with that vamp blood you..." Lafayette cuts him dead. "-- Will you shut the fuck up? With your loud ass. And ain't nothing wrong with the shit I sold you." Jason is starting to wonder what it is, what magic has animated what was dead and brought it to such angry, hungry life. Lafayette gives him a sidelong grin; there is no desire in it. "How much you take?" Jason tells him, and Lafayette laughs, a rumbling angry laugh. "You a dizzy motherfucker. I said one drop, two max, and you took the whole thing?" Jason explains about panicking in the cop car, and asks for something to make it go away, but Sarah Palin's all the way in Alaska, making sure the Russians aren't up to anything.