Everyone else in the room seems to be taking Summer’s injury rather well, but panicky Les is having visions of $cholarship money growing wings and flying out the window. And in addition to the apparent knee injury, Summer has curiously been rendered mute.
The bald guy in panel 2 has that look on his face because he just spent the last four hours on a plane listening to Les abusing the flight attendants. And now Les is walking behind the poor guy and muttering to himself.
I guess Les’ cellphone battery died again, because he doesn’t know if his superstar daughter’s team won tonight’s tournament game. By the way, Panel 3 Les: the momentum would take the team into the next round, not vice-versa.
Les arrives home (didn’t need to be picked up this time?) not to the expected victory celebration, but to be greeted by the sight of his golden girl on crutches. A tip of the SoSF porkpie hat to the many FW followers who predicted a career-threatening sports injury to Sum’ Mo’.
bobanero
December 29, 2010 at 3:42 pm
We’re obviously being set up for some stroke-of-midnight showdown or non-showdown here.
Wouldn’t we love to see that long-awaited showdown? A fierce, champagne-soaked catfight between the two (living and breathing) rivals for Les’ affection? Ain’t. Gonna. Happen.
Epicus Doomus
December 27, 2010 at 8:25 pm
At the stroke of midnight Les will no doubt be talking to Lisa again, while the other (remaining) guests will be rolling their eyes. “Uh, what’s Les doing over there?” “Oh, just talking to his dead wife again, he does that all the time.”
Yup, no doubt.
S. P. Charles
December 28, 2010 at 12:13 am
You can pretty much see where this is going: at the stroke of midnight, as Kayla and Susan look on, Les kisses Zombie Lisa.
You peeked, Charles! Nah, we all saw this coming, didn’t we? But c’mon, let’s give poor Les a break. After all, it’s only been how long since…
Epicus Doomus
December 29, 2010 at 7:15 pm
…Lester’s weird obsessiveness would be creepy even if it was only three or four years since Lisa died, but 13? That is pretty messed-up…
Ten years for the jump plus three real-time years since equals 13 years of moping. And while grieving is perfectly normal, particularly for one who died such a lingering death at a young age…comes a time when you accept the way things are. Even in the comics.
Happy New Year, folks!
Almost midnight? Time for some huggin’ an’ a kissin’! Bull has loosened up with a few drinks, and Ann and Fred Fairgood exchange fond glances. Cayla and Susan each look for their man, but…where’s the host with the most? No doubt, he’s with a ghost.
TB cuts Cayla a little slack today by drawing her to look like Valerie from Josie and the Pussycats.
I thought he’d finally settled on Cayla, but Les is either totally insensitive, or he’s really diggin’ stringing these two along. What is up with him? Can’t he just leave it at “Good for you”? He has to get all creepy? “Susan Smith is the way I remember you best…when you were the student and I was Mister Moore…” I wish Cayla would dump that glass of box wine over the both of them, or even better, smash the glass and cut ’em up with it. So sick of this.
Meanwhile in panel 1, what little joke is being shared by principal Nate and Dead Skunk Head John? I like to think that they’re having a good laugh at Les’ expense. “Ofay’s wearin’ that nasty ol’ yellow shirt again!” “Yeah, Nate, y’know, even Superman changed his tights once in a while!”
Son of Stuck Funky 
