"Don't shut me out, please," says Georgia on the TV. Lafayette grins, as Lila appears at the top of the stairs: " Uh-oh, Georgia, your replacement just showed up!" He knows the next line, the best line: "Thought you said you were gonna get rid of her quick." Lafayette cracks up, waxing his chest: "Bitch! I love you, you scandalous whore! Take your man! Take his ass..." Out the window, a car drives up: it's the senator. Lafayette nods to himself and rips off the last waxing strip. "The picture's finished, Georgia You're business. I'm company," Lila sneers, and Jonathan tells her to get upstairs: to take her cheapness and her dinginess and all the things he tries to hide from the world, and secret them back, up and away. And honey you know Lafayette isn't having that. He tries to show Lila a better way, sauntering to the door by way of example: "You better walk down them stairs, like..." She doesn't. As she's raining down nastiness on her rival, Lafayette opens the door to his own little Jonathan Shields. "I can't stay long..." the senator says, and Lafayette rubs up against him, a thousand feet of muscle. "Boyfriend, I can make you stay longer than you ever thought you could." Why hide, when you can have anything you want? Here's why Lafayette loves Lila best:
Gaucho: Don't talk like that about Georgia! Or Jonathan, he's a great man.
Lila, laughing: There are no great men, buster. There's only men.
"Actually, I had something else in mind," says the senator, and takes out a wad of cash. "A little, uh, v-juice?" Lafayette shrugs and wrinkles his lip: "Sold out." He turns off the TV and stretches out on the couch. He is very tall, very long; the senator's only a man. "My supplier only comes out after dark, if you know what I mean." The senator's got a speech tonight; he's disappointed and Lafayette grins at him indulgently: "You got stage fright? I could help you with that." He puts the money in his pocket and drops to his knees. "You know I can." He takes off the senator's belt, slowly, and drags him off and away, and the senator giggles that he can't mess up his suit. And Lila heads back up the stairs.
"I love how Mamaw's Mudbugs is exactly the same as when we used to go there when I was little," Tara says. Her salvation, like her mother's, is a time machine. Go back to before the first pain, the first remembered fracture. Just go back. "Yeah," Lettie Mae says, sucking the head of a ... okay, I lived in Houston for seven years and this still gives me the wiggins. Stop eating insects. It's no different from the monkey brains of Indiana Jones. Crustaceans are fucking grosser than catfish. I was going to try to think of an animal that evolved to eat shit and other animals' garbage on the riverbed and lakefloor, until I realized God already thought of that, and they're called crustaceans, and I'm sorry if I'm drawing lines in the Gaia like Amy Burley, but they are shit-eating insects, and then you suck their little heads out of their nasty little necks? I can't say I'm down with the whole of Leviticus, but I have to think it's at least 90% aesthetics. My God. "Yeah, I until I lost my license. First thing in the morning, I'm going down to DMV..." The entire bucket of crawdads she was just eating repeat on her, and she groans, burping. Nice. "...Maybe one bucket was enough..." Tara, at least, reminds her she shouldn't suck the heads, but Lettie Mae's in serious pain, so Tara pulls over to get her some Pepto. The DeSoto pharmacy, somewhere between Keatchie and Bon Temps, past the row houses; somewhere past the crossroads: