"But what?" Mary silently asks herself as the email abruptly stops. Perhaps the correspondent will send a second installment tomorrow so that Mary isn't left hanging like this.
Golly gee, Mary's using a laptop instead of her strange desktop with the giant monitor. My back is aching just watching her lean down. If she tries typing at that angle she'll need a chiropractor pronto."...but the manager is my son's age!"
Could it be that writer asking Wendy is Uncle Joe, somehow breaking the fourth wall, testing the waters for a return? Not likely, but I sure do miss him.
June really is subtly updating the main character of this strip. I never thought I'd see gauges in the lobes of Mary Worth.
Is that round thing an earring or some sort of medication patch? Actually, after her recent plastic surgery makeover, Mary doesn't appear to have earlobes...or ears, for that matter. Boy that was one radical facelift!
Meanwhile, the giant purple-and-black striped anaconda remains quietly coiled around Mary's neck, waiting for just the RIGHT moment to strike...
Yes, Mary's back to her new hip cougar self after briefly appearing to be her actual age in one of the Sunday panels. What I want to know, though, is whether the letter writer actually put those words in boldface.
"BUT Ah ne'er did want tae teach at yon Harvard, an' my guidwife cannae leave her wee grey animals. Whit shoods Ah dae?"Signed, Kilt in a Knot in Santa Royale
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