I get up the next morning and do my usual things and clean up the spare bedroom. This is getting really old, really fast. Most of the stuff she wears cost more than my homeowners insurance. I neatly put them away in the drawers and closet. I take the three empty bottles of TrueBlood to the kitchen and pick up the fashion magizines trashing up the living room. Can't wait till this court date comes and goes. I just hope to God it's not some long strung out battle. Pam is really getting on my nerves.

I go to the library to take back the books I've read. Pam at least kept those in good condition. Thank heavens for small favors. I pick out a couple more books. This time I plan on hiding them from my nosy vampire house guest. I don't want anymore endings ruined. I took some of my Pam money and stopped by the drug store to get a few more magizines. Pam liked the human magizines better than the vampire publications. She also liked tabloids. So I get her the latest Star, People, O.K. and National Enquirer. I didn't bother hitting up the liquor store for TrueBlood, Sam has been delivering me a case a week since this whole mess began.

I walk by Portia's office and I peek in the window to see her busy on the phone. She sees me and waves. I wave back and then she motions for me to come on in. I go into the tastefully decorated office. I noticed the calilillies on her desk, the same ones Arlo King had given her.

Portia finished her phone call. She let out a sigh. "That was the daytime people for the AVL. They told me to turn on CNN. Ms. Smith is having another press conference," she told me. She flipped on the small television in her office. CNN was already on it. There was a stage much like the one in Shreveport, in fact it was the same stage. Here came that same girl like woman onto the stage with her middle aged lawyer next to her. A man who was fat and balding. He kind of looked like a fat rat. The woman looked much different except for the sling. She now had brown hair done up in a more free flowing bob. She had on a plain white blouse with a full floral skirt. Who was she trying to kid? She even had a silver crucifix around her neck. Makeup covered the tattoos that were visible. If you looked close enough, you could see the shadowing running up her arm. Amber Sue Smith had no desire to change her ways. You can already see that.

"I'm here to let the people know that I have seen the light," she said. Then came those crocodile tears again. "I have joined The Fellowship of the Sun church. They have shown me the way to true salvation."

"Oh brother," I heard Portia mumble. "Those assholes are a bunch of sadist. Just like you are bitch," Portia said to the television. It's nice to know that even Portia could see the Fellowship for what they are.

We watched on as Amber Sue ranted on about her new life with Christ. She even spoke of the great plague known as vampires. Then Steve and Sarah Newlin joined her on the stage. Asshole Newlin made a show of it. After the conference I turned to Portia to see a smile on her face.

"This could work in our favor," she said. "Those dumbass zealots are just what we need to win this thing. There is an investigation into the Newlins church going on right now. Serious stuff, like illegal arms and tax fraud. If she thinks finding Jesus is going to help her, she has another thing coming. They already busted a compound in Dallas for arms. The ATF went all whole hog on that. Her lawyer is a moron if he thinks Fellowship backup is going to help his case."

Portia smiled like the chesire cat. This was the break she has been needing. "Those sun loving bastards don't have a chance in hell," she said.

"I really hope the cards fall into the right place for you, Portia. This mess really needs to end," I said.

"How's Ms. Ravenscroft treating you?"

She poured herself a cup of coffee and then pours me one.

Let's just say, she's lucky she's not staying in the cemetery yet."

Portia laughed. "I know what you mean. Andy can be the same way. Ms. Caroline and I get sick and tired of his stupid bullshit all the time. Hell, he has his own bathroom because he can't put a toilet seat down to save his life."

Portia and I chatted for a bit and I left her office. Portia is really not as rotten as I thought. She has a very stressful job and a brother that can rival mine on the smarts part. I guess Portia and I have very similar lives.

Later that night, Eric came on by. He came to check up on his child. Seems he was missing her at the bar. For as messy as Pam is around my house, she's a dynamo when it came to being second in command at Fangtasia.

They both sat at my kitchen table, sipping blood. I washed my dishes at the kitchen sink while I let the two vampires talk. Pam missed her master as well.

"Sookie threatened me with the cemetery again. She busted me going through her bedroom," Pam told Eric. Eric laughed.

"You need to respect Sookie's privacy, Pam. We must keep our human happy if you are to get through this," he said. Then I felt his gaze on my back. Eric wanted every part of me and he made it no secret.

Eric talked about me like I wasn't there sometimes. He had to show his vampire pull. After Bill blatantly pensioned me off to Eric. A situation I am still very unhappy about. It used to irritate me the way they would talk like that in front of me, but there really wasn't much I could do about it. Whenever I spoke up, they would just stare at me blankly, except Eric. He just smiled like I amused him.

"She keeps on insisting that 'clean up after myself.' It's very annoying," Pam said and rolled her eyes. Eric laughed. He enjoyed this whole Sookie/Pam bonding experience.

"You are a guest in Sookie's house. You should clean up after yourself, Pam. If you don't, I will gladly give Sookie my permission to send you to the cemetery," he said. I turned around and he winked at me.