“There are so many ‘Hell is Real, Repent’ signs here—I totally forgot how bad it was since we moved out of Bon Temps. Still, I’m glad we’re visiting. Wait, why are we here again? Something about one of your old coworkers, right?”
Piper looked out the side window, a little smile curving her lips as she turned off the main highway and onto one of the local roads. The change was almost instant. "Part of being Baptist is the constant shame." She told him with a little smirk. "If you're not shamed and scared of going to hell you might enjoy this life instead of constantly giving them money and putting your butt in a seat to prevent suffering in the next one. God forbid you enjoy a brunch on a sunday morning instead of going to church for four hours."
Piper nodded. "Yeah...yeah one of them is having some problems and she got ripped off by some wanna be wiccan bitch in shreveport so I'm going to put some old hoodoo markings on her doors." She looked at him again. She hadn't told him it was Jasons sister.