Anyway, this way Hotshot will be no more and Jason will be able to keep his lady without constant attacks on his home. Not to mention the fact that he walked in there two nights ago and asked them to please start attacking him and his home at every opportunity; this hopefully will also no longer be an issue.

Tara walks into a meeting at a church, holding her purse high and tight, and who's there running things but Holly Cleary, Merlotte's newest and most magical waitress. She introduces the women to her and Tara admits, as they get started, that she's not even sure why she's there. Holly assures her that they're in the boat together now, and starts the meeting.

"Hey y'all, I'm Holly. It's been a while since I spoke, but there's enough new faces here I figure I ought to take a turn. I'm a rape survivor. Easy for me to say now, but took me ages to be able to put those words together. And it's women like y'all who helped me the whole way."

(The particulars aren't really important and frankly I think it sells everybody short when we set the bar for sexual and abuse trauma so terribly high because then you're like, "Well, did that count as abuse? I didn't get raped for six hours or anything, so how could I possibly compare my situation to that, or give it merit? Best to just soldier on without reporting it." When a culture rates and hands out victim-attention as highly as ours does, it's hard to know or justify your own pain and history, because there's always something worse making you feel like a whiner.

It's insidious and gross and not just about those kinds of abuse or trauma either: Just because your entire family isn't dying of lymphoma and you aren't missing the majority of your limbs doesn't mean you don't deserve a hug from Ty Pennington. Or from anybody, really. And then in this case, my fear is that if Holly ever goes dark it's going to be like, "Well, if she'd just gotten raped a couple times probably she would not have blown up the town through witchcraft, but you know, she got super-raped, so probably that's what happened there. You know how women are.")

"And every day I face not only my memory of that, but that part of me who... Who wants to feel sorry for herself, and expects the worst out of people. But that's not who I was raised to be. And I still believe that people are worth trusting. And every day, that piece of me gets a tiny bit stronger and wins out just a... A tiny bit more."