A Children’s Book By Les Moore.
Don’t worry, Jessica, I’m sure you’ll be there to walk down the aisle to Skyler’s first chemotherapy session. Unless Tom Batiuk has big plans for you in store, that is.
Kind of odd how we get this little interlude between the Butter Brinkel chapters (I assume that will start up again next week). Even odder, how quickly we go from “Skyler’s in the hospital!!!” to “(shrug) It’s nothing.”
My guess is that this is, in fact, an interlude and nothing more. Because I can’t imagine that Batiuk was going to do something dramatic with Skyler and just got cold feet; this is a guy who used a stroke (Fred) and traumatic brain injury (Bull) for weeks of bathos.
No, I suspect that if Skyler had cracked his skull and Jessica had video’d in to say, “Well, that’s sure sad, Dullard, but I can’t fly out to be with him–you should see the Butter Brinkel footage I’m compiling!” people might have thought the real drama was being shunted aside for some poorly thought-out nostalgia trip. So instead, the poorly thought-out nostalgia trip takes a rest for a meaningless interlude.
And it really is meaningless. All it demonstrates is that the Fairgoods are the worst parents ever. They should be called the Fairpoors.