Like I wrote on Monday, dinner time is not the time for these kinds of talks, as it invariably ruins the dinner and the mood. If we’re lucky, maybe Rusty will find Robbie and deliver his own version of Mark’s “Fists o’ Justice.” At the very least, he should make Robbie confess the deceit to his father.

Art Dept. I like panel 2, a raw image of Rusty’s anger, reinforced by those radiant lines and dark green background. A good combination! But I can’t abide the way Jules Rivera drew these water glasses in panel 3. They look like glasses encased in silicone blocks. And I don’t know what happened to Cherry’s face, either, but it looks like her mouth is falling out of her head.

Wow! That previous sentence I just wrote reminded me of an episode in an old TV show (Night Gallery, I believe) where a deceased grandfather showed up at the dinner table to the shock of his son and family who just came home from his funeral (I think!). The deceased father starts to literally fall apart onto his dinner plate. Perhaps one of you remembers that? Or maybe it’s my memory that is falling apart.