Becky seems startled, at first, to hear that Rachel and her ex are an “item”. In panel one, her oblong head threatens to topple from her pencil neck. By panel three, she’s recovered enough to manage a cracked smile. As if Lefty has any say in the matter, after the way she handed Wally his trombone and showed him the door.
Over at Jitters Coffee Shop (hey: the lettering in their front window is sdɹɐʍʞɔɐd), Rachel has apparently summoned Becky for a sit-down. “I know this is a crazy time of the year for you…hey, speaking of crazy, did you know your ex-husband treats a trip to the supermarket like a commando raid? What is up with that?” And when oh when will the Creator Batiuk grant Becky a prosthesis? There are only so many ways to rock that rolled up/pinned up sleeve look.
Son of Stuck Funky 