So then, (Lu Ann + wrinkles) + broken wing - capability to love = Tommie? I don't understand these games either Carol! I think I'm missing a boyish haircut in my equation.
I hope Carol is Bobbie-Merrill-off-her-medication levels of crazy, I feel like it's been a long time since we had a storyline with a real nut in it. .......I mean, besides Tommie and this whole deer thing.
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Just like the one-winged dove, Tommie is just on the edge of seventeen. ........like, wayyyyyyy on the edge.
OK, I realize that Bolle is 90 years old, but this is starting to creep me out. Carol morphs from forty-ish to seventh grader to crone in her seventies. I could get a better handle on her relationship with Jack if I could settle on their relative ages. Of course, I've been on vacation without WiFi for over a week, and I guess you shouldn't read all of these strips in one sitting.
Take these broken wings and learn to fly again, learn to live so free. When we hear the voices sing,the book of love will open up and let us in.
Isn't Jack a large animal vet? That was how he was introduced right?
So, perhaps the 'bird with a broken wing' metaphor isn't especially apt here.
If I were Carol, I'd go with 'She's just another fawn trapped in the back of your Checker cab.'
You guys crack me up!
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