"This whole thing, all the trouble in this world -- it's a blessing, Tara. It's a chance for us to heal. Come here. Let me feed you. Let me take care of you. Let me nourish my baby girl."
She sobs, hungry, desperate as ever. And when Tara goes to her, and feeds, it's not as a child to a mother -- or a woman to a lover -- and it's not a lamb to the slaughter. Lettie Mae was always the vampire, here; caught in her own needs and thirst. We would have had no Maryann if it weren't for this, to begin with, if it weren't for Lettie Mae's desire for wholeness: She found Miss Jeanette in the first place. I still wonder if it wouldn't have worked -- if their story hadn't twisted back on them and made Tara so cruel and jealous of her placebo sobriety -- but it was the same desire, here as every time she's ever tried to reconnect.
There will always be problems, and impediments: Without those things there are no stories. Something weird will happen here. But it won't be tonight. Tonight, Lettie Mae has found a way around their history, her selfishness and her cruelty, her penchant for making Tara a metaphor for herself. Tonight, her desire for shortcuts to redemption meets her bullheaded determination to become human in a way that closes the circuit.
And not only that, but in a way that reverses the entire flow of power and energy: Not just between these two broken women, but between parents and children, and vampires and humans, for all of our sakes. She is being penetrated, sure; but for Tara, and for all the good night folk of Bon Temps, better to say she surrounds. She is big enough for us all; she is running up the hill. And Tara, walking back into the nest of hate and sadness she's spent her life fleeing, holding her mother in her arms, giving her mother the gift of forgiveness, is the strongest and the bravest she's ever been. In this, I do see God. You bet your ass I do.
Andy and ABCD are watching Toddlers & Tiaras when Jessica knocks. He's ready, he thinks, for the vampire hordes; he cocks his gun before he answers.
Jessica: "You didn't come tonight..."
Andy: "No, you murdering piece of shit. I did not."
Jessica: "I came to offer you protection. For both of you. I'm not asking for your blood."
Andy: "Then what the fuck do you want?"
Jessica: "What I want is to give you your girls back. But I can't. So I offer safety. You will never have to worry. You have my word."