And yes, this is blood magic and really horrible too, because on another level it's entirely important to whom he's saying it, because it's a spell that ties them together, bathed in the sun and with Eddie's screams playing across the field like a symphony, a threnody to the hell they are creating around themselves, so that when Eddie tries to warn Jason he won't hear him, because he is shielded in sunlight and valor and love and her salvation. But it's two different acts occurring at once. One of them he'll pay for, in blood; the other just brought him closer to the beauty he never even knew about, before the V. Both are real, neither are lies. Life is hard.
"Ten. Nine. Eight... Seven..." Lettie Mae busts in on her daughter in the bathroom, causing Tara to ask WTF if she was doing "something private." Sweetie, you were. You took your soul in your hands and put it on the scale. That's more private than sex, more private than God, and evil to interrupt. On the other hand, Tara's mom continues to be hilarious: "I taught you that was a sin against God. So if I walk in on you doing it, it's your problem, not mine!" That's so fucking fucked up, like, it's only a sin if I see you doing it, because otherwise God and I are going to be busy ))<>(( and I don't have time to worry about it. "What do you want?" Tara asks, exasperated and relieved and mostly grateful, and when Lettie Mae tells her Sam Merlotte's at the door, Tara breaks for it. "You ain't sleeping with him, are you?" Momma asks, and explains her thought process in more hilarious detail: "Because he brung flowers. Men only bring flowers if they already slept with you and looking to again. That especially goes for white men, as black men are less prone to grovel." I... cannot dispute the truth of any of that. And apparently Lettie Mae Thornton's experience exceeds my own, as I have only ever rarely had sex with my landlord in lieu of rent.
Tara stares at her crazy mother for a second and then stares at him through the screen door. Sam explains that he wants to apologize for "anything he said" that "hurt her feelings," which in this case is "you grunt like a farm animal when I'm fucking you, and by farm animal I kinda mean professional tennis player," which deserves flowers at the least, and he asks to sort things out. Lettie Mae's like, "Bullshit! He wants to fuck!" and Tara shoves him out into the yard, because the only thing worse than having that conversation with your mom is having it with the guy right there, and the only thing worse than that is when the guy in question is tooootally dreamy Sam Merlotte.