Anyway, the Stove pointed out that basically Sookie's entire life, when she's not getting off and getting high on her boyfriend's bodily fluids, or finding dead bodies or naked dog-people or the rest of things she's always finding at bad times, is this here now: sitting at the kitchen table in a morose sideways evening light, listening to oldies and feeling sad. Finally she pulls it together and goes into Gran's room for the first time in almost a month. Suddenly it is quiet. She walks carefully. There's a glass of water on the nightstand, the bed is unmade; she can hear Adele's spirituals, beautiful songs about salvation. She picks up her Gran's knitting from the comfy chair, and she smells it.
And within the hour, she's gathering the jewelry and pieces of her grandmother's life together, deciding what to KEEP and what goes to GOODWILL, and she's randomly cut her finger and is sucking on the blood when the doorbell rings. Long story short, it's Sid Matt Lancaster, the lawyer, who has arrived to inform her that Great-Uncle Bartlett has passed on. Bartlett, who found a girl already unable to speak, and took away her voice. Bartlett, who chased Hadley into the arms of death, and madness, and royalty. Sookie's unable to deal with any of this, and as usual can't produce anything like an appropriate affect, so he just assumes she's grieving: Bartlett was, to Sid Matt Lancaster, a kind, giving man. Sid Matt Lancaster was proud to call him friend. But is this because Sid Matt Lancaster is an idiot, or a conspirator? Or is it possibly because people are larger than even their greatest sins?
Sid Matt Lancaster explains that Bartlett's body was found a few miles south of his town, having fallen into Walnut Creek by accident. The rest is just a monologue: Bill's Theme starts to play across the scene as Sookie realizes what he's done. "There's no sign of burglary or forced entry at the house, and he was such a sweet old man that there'd be no reason to hurt him, anyway," Sid Matt Lancaster says. There were not any marks or anything, once the gators were done with him, and he'd been in there for a few weeks.