Someone is Playing a Trick on Me!!

Okay, so I think the thing I've been worried about recently is that 91-year-old Frank Bolle is struggling to maintain any semblance of consistency, relevance, or general order in his illustrations. (All things, including this riviting storyline, being equal.)

BUT!

I'm really not sure what's going on with the writing anymore either. Is Margaret Shulock inspired by the erratic and sometimes surreal art with this storyline? Are we witnessing some kind of experimental newspaper comic art house piece? OR, duh, I can't believe I just thought of this. Diane Devine is piping a consequential but imperceptible amount of Nitrous Oxide into Gabriella's apartment and it's effecting everyone's judgement and making the house evil. BAMMMMMMMMM everyone!! Mike drop. I'm out.

...kind of liked the idea of art house A3G though.

Aimless Wandering

Margo's been wondering around the streets for a month muttering to herself and she has just now realized that she has no idea what's going on?  Welcome to how we've been feeling this whole storyline Ms. Magee.  Seems like the perfect time for the brown-coated stranger to pop out, use Margo's Christian name and then disappear. 

A Great Friend

I really thought this would turn into a big reconciliatory roommate bonding thing, with Tommie and Lu Ann chipping in to help save Marbriella's wedding. But no, I guess a random waitress introduced in the last six months is going to jump in and fix everything. Score another point for Margo McGee's amazing organizational skills!

Nothing Looks Familiar

When you wander the streets of Manhattan in all-consuming cloud of rage, there's only one of two places you're going to wind up: the top of the Empire State Building, or Diner. I'm so glad we're at Diner! No need for an absurdly long menu, I already know what I want: coffee, ice water, and mashed potato marshmallows in beef gravy, served in a bowl. Pie on the side. Thelma. you've gone back to your natural color and I have to say, you look exquisite.

Hyperbolic Rage

Please note that Margo thinks evil incarnate is the "psychic" grifter who tried to overcharge her mother on a wedding venue.  Not the former assistant who tried to explode a bomb wrapped in graph paper at her apartment.

I mean "evil incarnate" is reserved for like Hitler or Charles Manson.  Diane is just your average flim flam artist, trying to make a buck or several hundred thousand by exploiting extremely gullible, wealthy older brides.  I'd say that rates a "barely menacing" on the evil scale. 

Drained

Yep, Margo's right where we left her: wandering into traffic. She had been musing that she needed to find "the perfect crew" to execute her parents' wedding. Dollars to donuts, that means enlisting Tommie and Lu Ann, who are about to bump into her on the street and, seeing Margo's distressed state, make the fatal mistake of asking: How can we help?

Either that, or it's time for yet another encounter with the Perfect Stranger, who will reveal himself to be a combination hairdresser and caterer.

The Hunt for Margo Magee

A waist!  We have a waist!  Albeit, one ensconced in the wide elastic band of a sweet peacock windbreaker suit, but I'll take it.  And I think Lu Ann's turtleneck is starting to eat her thumb and index finger.  Maybe you guys should go check the street corner again for Margo...that's the last place we saw her.