Happy Halloween! I squeezed in an episode before the trick-or-treaters started coming, and now I'm writing this between running to the door to hand out candy.
As Evan called on Lucifer to rectify the situation, I was wondering, "Why on earth would Lucifer want to put things right?" Then, when the ceremony failed, I enjoyed watching Evan begging and cringing, but I did wish that the object of his begging and cringing could have been more worthy.
Edward was uncharacteristically snarky today, I thought - more like Roger than like himself. It's a pity Quentin couldn't have been in his rightful body for the just-like-old-times evening at Collinwood, and it's also a shame that Carl couldn't have been there. I would love to have seen Carl's lip quivering as he talked about the terrible things Trask had done. I don't know what terrible things Carl would have talked about, but I know they would have been very silly and they would have made me laugh. I've got a Civil War song running through my head:
We shall meet, but we shall miss him.
There will be one vacant chair.
We shall linger to caress him
While we breathe our evening prayer.
Trash certainly thinks fast on his feet! That story of his about why he hadn't visited Judith was very well done. He knows, however, that Judith can check it with the doctors. I suppose he's planning to browbeat her into not asking them, in just the way he browbeat Charity into believing that the confession he signed was false.
