Cue the shrieking violins from Bernard Herrmann’s Psycho score.
In a town where calamity awaits around every corner, what exactly did Holly expect would happen? Did she really expect that Cory would appreciate all the “effort” she put into completing his collection? I seem to recall a lot of commentators here saying that Cory’s reaction would be, “Thanks a lot, mom, but I’m not into comics anymore.”
I do have to say it’s kind of clever how Holly discovered the empty box. A full box would not have moved from a simple bump, but an empty one slides easily. I wonder if she’ll call the police? That would make sense, but “making sense” is seldom on the menu here.
Anyway, it’s a week of comic books! Again! What is it about comic books? I mean, there are things that I like, things I enjoy, but I don’t wallow in them 24/7, nor do I push them into every context in which I find myself. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying something, but to base your whole life around it seems like going way overboard.
But I guess extremism in the cause of comic books is no vice. Or something.