But, hey, it was the sixties in Brooklyn. Everyone had an arranged marriage.
The condo board has rejected my petition to add this song to the jukebox.
Mary's really good at coming up with obscure quotes that are totally apropos for the moment. I can only quote television, which sometimes gets me into trouble.
"Friends joke with one another. 'Hey, you're poor. Hey, your mama's dead.' That's what friends do." - Michael J. Scott, The Office
Not really appropriate, but funny in context.
I'm loving new phlegmatic Toby. In my experience, most artists tend to be very empathetic and sensitive people. But not Toby Cameron. She's a hardcore, heartless alcoholic who paints evil clowns, and sculpts endangered species just to exercise control over them. Just when you think she can't get any more shocking, she slams another martini and cranks the volume to 11.
Where'd all the swimmers go? I'm starting to wonder if the Charterstone pool is some sort of mythical subterranean beast that opens its mouth camouflaged as a swimming pool waiting for its prey to take a dip. The size of the pool adjusts to indicate how hungry it is.
Joe Giella never drew swimmers in the pool because he was aware of this trap, until Olive fell in and was almost eaten. June Brigman still has a lot to learn about Santa Royale, obviously.