"Can I help you? I'm up to my elbows in Easy-Off..." Tara's not catching the 'tude, which is scary, because she's too thrilled to look: "My momma made me hoecakes this morning!" Sookie literally goes, "So?" "She cooked me breakfast! When's the last time you saw my momma lift a finger before noon for anything besides Mad Dog 20/20?" The more she talks, the more pissed off Sookie gets. Lower your voice. Leave the premises. This is not an appropriate event: Look, I get it. But right now she needs to be alone. You're a good friend. Now get the fuck out of here. Please.
"We went into the woods to get a $445 hoodoo exorcism last night, you do not wanna get me started on that..." Like today's just a normal day, a normal morning, breakfast for everybody. "My grandmother's dead. At least you got someone to make breakfast for you. You ever stop and think about what's happening with others before you barge in on them?" Tara gets it, but before she can apologize she spots the marks on Sookie's neck. "Oh my God, are those fang marks?" Sookie shrugs, with a nasty look. "So what? It means someone cared for me, when everyone else left me high and dry." Jason hit her and ran off into a hell of his own creation; even Sam went off somewhere (to bang Tara); that house swallowed her up in memory and pain and she ran across the graveyard to the one man who could understand; who wanted her as much as she wanted him. And that's just the first death: she's still on her knees before this newer one, can't even think it much less talk about it. She carries it all on her back.
"No wonder you're all crazy! Let a vampire make a meal of you..." Speaking ill of the dead, the truly dead. "Why am I the only person that doesn't think vampires are monsters?" Tara gets in her face: "They drink our blood." And to change the subject, to Sam Merlotte: "What's to say Bill won't leave you once he's had his fill?" Why should your answer work out when mine is damned to fall apart? "Do you have any idea what I've been through today? A friend would ask," Sookie tells her, opening the door, and Tara tells her to fuck off. "Don't tell me how to be your friend, I'm the only one you got, goddamn it." Sookie whispers, hatefully, "Lord's name in vain..." and Tara tells her, rightfully, to fuck off.
We don't retreat to the old dead corners and unthinking rules when the world's falling apart. What you're saying when you spout the old reliables like that is that you're can't be bothered -- or you're too busy with something else -- to actually be present. You've allowed your brain to stop. Sadly, though, in this case it's the latter: she's on autopilot because she has to be. "Get out of my house! I've gotten very good at losing people like you. You are only making it easier for me." She shakes, terrified by herself and the enormity of it. Gran, Jason, Tara; she can feel Sam slipping away too. "Bitch, I don't even wanna be here. If you are hell-bent on being alone in this world, I ain't gonna stop you." Tara takes off and Sookie slams the oven door, once and then again. Maybe, just maybe, she is losing it a little bit.