Slappy? What in the world did Jacob do to get that nickname? I’m not telling. You’ll just have to speculate.
Anyway, Jacob’s off to the quarry, Anya’s off to work, and we’re off to Larry’s house on Monday for some much needed silliness.
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Looks like Slappy has an admirer – the girl who actually calls him by his given name!
And who likes his much-maligned “mustache”.
She can actually SEE it – she *must* be interested in him!
I want to give Anya and Slappy such a big hug right now.
I want to put Anya in jail and get Jacob some much needed therapy right now. We both want things that aren’t going to happen right now.
But Anya’s not exactly comfortable with the situation as seen previously and is going to endeavor to help him work things out. Having Jacob go out for a day with friends isn’t a bad thing and could be considered therapy, of a sort. Let the cute little mustache lover take a couple of shots, maybe things swing to a more social-norm level. Come October (How far away is that, anyway? Do we have a current calendar time of year here? Actually, that’s a thought. Drop a calendar in the background now and then for reference.), it’s all legal anyway.
It’s late June. You’re right, a calendar would be helpful.
I want that chicken hat!
Also, that was heart warming. The last two panels, not the chicken hat. XD
Not even here can Randall seem to catch a break.
The ‘love slaves’ have escaped Eleanor’s control. Jacob is back hanging out with his teen-age gang. And Anya has become a ‘girlfriend’, for the first time in her life, I suspect. Even in shallow water, Jacob has found a lot to love in Anya, things that may have surprised her. I suspect Anya never had a boyfriend when she was 15 years-old, if ever. She seems a bit overcome by her emotions, as though reflecting on the past . . . ‘where was my Jacob 20 years ago?’ Unknowingly, Jacob may have unlocked a passage Anya had to skip (‘Passages’ – Gail Sheehy, 1976).
I empathise with Anya, but she can’t go back to age 15, and she can’t feel nostalgia for someone she never was. Sheehy said it, and I know it . . . from personal experience.