Sookie parks at Jessica's behest, and they look across the street. "My Daddy won't be home yet. But my Mama and sister should be there." Two different statements, with two very different meanings, but Sookie doesn't know that yet. She watches, yearning, and behind her Sookie begins to cry. I think this is just straight-up bad writing, to get us from this place to the next place, but it does make Sookie seem even dumber than usual: she uses this moment as a pretext to start crying and apologizing for causing Jessica to get turned into a vampire. Which she barely did, it's not like she asked Longshadow to eat her face. But on the other hand: when you've survived so many people, when your mourning becomes so constant, maybe survivor guilt is just part of the wallpaper. Maybe it's because Jessica's the only dead person she can apologize to... Ooops, doesn't matter. There goes Jessica!
Zooming to the door, banging on it, screaming for her mother and her sister. When the door opens, a voice says quietly, "Fault: Front door." Can you imagine growing up in that? Before vampires, the Hambys lingered at the threshold, every coming and going measured, heartbeat racing, afraid to leave, afraid to let anybody in. Keeping the home and hearth as pure and untouched as he could.
Mom grabs her in a hug, and she says hello to Eden behind her. "Where were you?" she asks, and Mom assures her it doesn't matter: "Just call your father." Jessica doesn't like this, and falters for a moment before introducing her to Sookie. "My ... Friend." Sookie's eyes are, of course, bugging the fuck out because she just screwed the pooch and knows it, and the whole time she's like, DO NOT CRY, even as the mom is wigging out; she stares at the mom and tries to figure out a way out of this mess, trying to distract them before the mom... "Honey, your arm's like ice. Come on in and I'll make you some tea." And it's done. Jessica looks over at Sookie with a wild look, joyful almost and afraid, crossing a threshold, a state line, into the house: they're bad girls, on a wild night. Breaking the first rule. Begging her to be the big sister just a minute more.
That sweet old racist drunk that Tara yelled at that time, Jane, notices Eggs coming in through the front door, and takes notice. Tara, who just today basically dumped him before they even got started, is not overjoyed. Possession, selling, armed robbery, assault, overpass. He's trouble. "Eggs, I'm working," she says, and he apologizes and asks her to hear him out. Jane stares at him, hungry and forward: "I'll hear you out!" Tara's appalled. "Jane Bodenhouse! You are a crazy-ass drunk, but normally you wait for some loser to hit on you. What the hell has gotten into you?" Jane's wearing a ridiculous side-pony and looks twice as nuts as usual. She admits she doesn't actually know, and wanders away. Welcome to Jacob on two shots of tequila, side-pony included, depending on the last time I saw Pam.