Well, I should have known. Batiuk’s revisiting of his “prestige arc” was so poorly performed that it should have been obvious he was going to spin up Lisa’s Story again. The world’s worst book, written by the world’s worst writer, about the world’s worst person.
Of course Summer has no idea what’s going on. Les is far too important to himself to waste valuable preening time on informing his family about anything. “Hello, Summer! How’s school? We just spent a week in California with Mason Jarre!” No, even that takes too much effort, effort that could be put to better use stroking his ego.
I would like to say something nice about the artwork. The shift in perspective from panel one to panel two is nicely handled; it looks like Cayla went toward Summer to help her with her bags. A rare instance of interesting art in this strip.