Tara sees the laundry drying in the yard and goes to take it down, amazed at her mother's demon-free energetic nature, and Lettie Mae comes running up with a church lady; they are both wearing those amazing crazy dresses you see in my neighborhood on Sunday, and quite elaborate hats. They are like a couple of pastel Sputniks, orbiting closer and closer to Tara's soul. They nitter and twitter and blah blah at her about how she should go to church. And why? Because it has helped Lettie Mae so much.

Lettie Mae spins out a bullshit story about how after two years she "heard the call: the good Lord said Lettie Mae, you been away too long. Your church needs you!" She's begging, openly, for Mabel's approval; she needs it. Mabel means church and church means her day starts today, no witches and no deals and no demons -- just a calling from the Lord, and then a beautiful dress, lofted toward the church on angel wings, just like everybody says it happens. Just like every bitch in that building told her it needed to be. And Mabel nods her approval. "You should have heard her testify. The entire congregation was filled with the spirit!"

Tara has no doubt Lettie Mae was "full of it," and watches this display in total disgust. Because if we're clearing the decks, then breakfast wasn't an apology, it was amnesia. And all that pain, the crossroads and what's beyond them, are being pissed on. It's not the most mature response, to want our parents to bleed for their sins, but it's also not the most atypical. And in the grand scheme you should be strong enough to let it go, and let them join whatever church they want, sure. If you're positive it's real, you have no claim on their happiness... But it's not real. They were witches by midnight, sacrificing blood to their own demons. You don't forget that, you incorporate it. Incorporate, take it into your body, open up that room and air it out, and learn to live there, in the bigger house. And what Lettie Mae is doing is taking all those years and putting them somewhere we can't get to them anymore, like Sookie constantly washing the kitchen floor.