(Stephen Moyer, I read his interviews a lot because I really like him and I really like knowing what he's doing with the character, because until now I didn't get the character at all, because he just seems awful to me -- dorky when he's not being controlling, scary when he's not being petulant -- but he said the most awesome thing, which is that if you said the word "daughter" to Bill Compton, he'd think of a "beautiful little well-mannered Victorian beauty." And instead: Jessica, "this hideous, sex-and-blood hungry seventeen-year-old." That's so beautiful. I love imagining Bill Compton dressing up his American Girl Civil War Dolly and brushing her hair with the brush he bought separately, right, and then in comes Jessica dressed like Courtney Love and throwing used tampons around the place like Molotov cocktails. The fact that Jessica is about fifty times more interesting than Kit Kittredge and Nancy Spungeon, combined, is something only this show could do.)

For example, I didn't know I loved Jessica as much as the idea of Jessica until I saw her fall in love with Sookie just now, and realize how sad and lonely and desperate to connect she really is. I can see her really getting to appreciate the dorkiness of both her new parents, even if she never ends up like them. So Jessica smiles sweetly and then without even stopping, hops off to bed. "Good night," Sookie calls -- tenderly, but firmly -- and Bill's jaw drops down to the rotting floorboards of his old house. He loves her so bad! "It's almost like you glamored her..." he starts, but that's not what this is about.

Sookie asks Bill about Bartlett, and his smile falls. He doesn't look at her, but it's only because she wouldn't want him to. Not in this precise moment. "He. Hurt you," Bill says. It's enough.

"Oh my God," though. "Is it that easy for you to kill? Does human life mean so little you can just kill on command? Toss someone in the water?" Is the Reverend right? Is Nan Flanagan selling a line too? "I cannot have people dying every time I confide in you!" She talks about her three-week-old angst about cutting off Rene's head with a shovel, hilariously, and talks about how this act "haunts" her, and now she feels like she's responsible for Bartlett's death. Which only means something because it was the fulfillment of a wish you're not allowed to wish. That whole conversation in the bathtub was rubbing a lamp. Now you see what a genie can do, you want it back in the bottle. "I always thought, as different as we are, somehow we could still be together, and... And now I don't know. I don't know anything."